why are you so boring?
I’m done making a mess
and almost done screaming.
So let me crawl into my closet
and pull everything out
try every piece of clothing
until I hear Mumma shout.
Let me start with those dresses
that are stacked neatly in a corner
and pull the one from the bottom
only because it’s shinier than the other.
look at my wonderful outfits
oh wait, is that dad’s checkered tee?
I have to try everything
big or small, long or short
skirts, pants, scarfs, sweaters
who cares if it’s cold or not.
And now that I have made a mountain out of all the clothes
I am going to be a queen and stand on it proud and tall
oh Tuesday afternoon,
you weren’t so boring after all.