We are the norm.

She walks strange streets, her garments dragging behind her

Her eyes lowered to the ground

Furtive glances cast her way, comments made

She speaks not a sound.

Infuriated by the mystery they can’t answer

They seek to degrade what she stands for

They cannot comprehend how she walks their land

Standing strong for all they’ve come to abhor.

Unnerved, they attempt to rationalize

How dare she keep her body to herself?

They seethe inwardly.

Does she not realize how everyone else is dressed?

It would seem by default, she is deemed public property.

They say they are free, from exactly what, we are uncertain

From the reality of their own shadows they flee to this freedom

Unable to handle logic, they create their own parameters

Painting a colourful prison and calling it a kingdom

With the shackles of this world snugly in place

Laughing maniacally, dying to live happiness in some form

Hearts hardened to stone, but still dressed to impress

Cold to the touch, anything but warm

Fake smiles granted, disdain firmly planted

We don’t mind that they hate it

Hotly debated.

Don’t look at us as strange, for we are the norm.