What Are You Looking At?

I turned around just in time to see your jaw drop Haven't you ever seen someone in a spandex glitter top? Stoped in at the Kiwk N Go for a drink If you took the time to think you'd remember You're mother told you not to stare You look at my chest like in that region I am less than blessed So what are you looking at? Kindly just look the other way Unless you can think of something worth while to say You just point a finger in my direction Then look at me rudely When you get my one fingered reaction If you looking for a freak Kindly seek someone else out I may be freakish inside but my outsides Leave no doubt to my sanity I can dress myself quite well ...Don't need to remind me Glittery spandex isn't in Can't you tell this is old? At least I'm not wearing shiny gold.. Whatever type of fabric that is! So, let me say it again What ARE you LOOKING at? Takes one to know one, all I wanted Was to get a drink, not a jugdment fest Haven't you seen someone dressed for a dance class? Or is that above your masochistic level? No, I don't go to your chruch That must make me the devil Should I point out the run in your pantyhose? No? Go ahead up turn your nose Didn't anyone teach you proper etiquette? ...So what are you looking at?This is about an event that happend today. I'm a dance teacher, and dressed thusly.. Went into grab a bottle of water, and got some quite odd looks. So here's the poem. Say what you will. Written March 27th, 2002 © on Mar 26 2002 03:39 PM PST, Sharon   18 • 0 • 9