The feminine urge to dress up for an event
Is always alive to a certain extent
Even when you think you are bone-tired
The energy to choose a stunning attire
For a party, you can always summon
You know you are going to strive to be someone
Whose appearance draws both envy and admiration
Who gets to be the cynosure of all eyes, garnering attention..
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You know you are not that woman, you do not possess
The patience that is required to appear well-dressed
From head to toe, including make-up and hair
You try a little, but you really don’t care
Your hair is unruly but at least your outfit is good enough
Quickly you try to smooth some edges rough
By then you are already running a little late
You depart for the party, in a pretty stressed state
*
You are somewhere in the middle in how you are dressed
You look fairly nondescript, certainly not one to impress
Another woman strikes up a conversation with you
And you open up about the work that you do
The conversation pivots to work and other interests
Those are the areas that fortunately you like best
*
Suddenly you are in your element, and your appearance
Has been rendered inconsequential in the presence
Of other facets of your life that you can now talk about
Moving past superficial appearances, you are relieved without a doubt…
Passion...unbridled 