My short skirt

My short skirt is not an invitation

A provocation

An indication

That I want it

Or give it

Or that I hook.

My short skirt is not begging for it

It doesn't want you to rip it off me

Or pull it down.

My short skirt is not a reason to rape me

Even though it has been a reason before

It will not hold up in court.

My short skirt, believe it or not

Has nothing to do with you!

My short skirt is about the power

Of my lower calves

A cool autumn breeze blowing between my thighs,

It's about everything I see, or feel or live to be inside.

My short skirt is my defiance

I will not let you make me afraid!

This is who I am

Before you made me cover it up

Or tone it down. 

Get used to it.

My short skirt is happiness

I can feel myself on the ground

I am here

I am hot.

My short skirt is a liberation flag

In the women's army

I declare these streets

Any streets

My vaginas country.

My short skirt does not mean that I'm stupid

Or undecided

Or a malleable little girl.

My short skirt is a turquoise blue ocean

With swimming colored fish

A music festival 

A stary night

A bird calling

A train arriving in a foreign town

My short skirt is a full spin

A full breath

A tango dip

But mainly, my short skirt

And everything underneath it is mine

Mine

Mine