Assumptions

Don't mess with me today;
I've had enough of your assumptions.
Just because my jacket
looks like armor,
doesn't mean I'm up for a fight.
Just because my skirt is short,
doesn't mean I'm looking for action.
Just because my hair's a mess,
doesn't mean I didn't spend
a lot of time on it.
Just because my makeup's heavy,
doesn't mean I'm a model, or a slut,
or a member of the lower classes --
I could be an opera singer
on my way home from a dress rehearsal:
you just never know
what beats below
this shiny purple jacket:
could be a powerful set of lungs
or maybe a heart,
just as red-blooded as your own.


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