Stranger Street.

I’m used to being stared at.

I’m not beautiful,

I just have a crazy fashion sense.

That colour

And that one

Don’t exactly match.

But, then,

I never felt right

In ‘normal’ clothes

Anyway.

Maybe that’s rooted

Somewhere

In my whacked-up DNA.

But. That’s for another day.

Please, go ahead.

Stare.

I’ve been told this ‘look’ suits me.

Bet you couldn’t pull it off.

Shall we see?

 

 

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