I remember myself being 4,
Bathing on the terrace with
my mother's sunshine hands on me,
Something I purely adore,
My brother waiting for his turn, next,
Me throwing that golden water at him,
My sister laughed at us, those days were actually perfect,
I am standing there naked and transparent,
I am standing there all exposed, all pleasant
I was barely covered, but had nothing to hide,
I was naked they said but at least I confide,
Then one day that teacher in the hall looked at my chest,
She called me in and told me this isn't elegant
She pointed something out, I never saw in my body
Said I need to start wearing bras,
because it may distract somebody
The teacher told me to cover it up, so I covered up
I never argued back, I learned to shut up,
Then one day my mother and
sister decided I shouldn't wear more skirts,
They replaced those colors with black and white and
 told me to be alert
They said I needed to cover it up, so I covered up
I never argued back, I learned to shut up,
Then one day that uncle who lives nearby, called my father
And said that the shorts I wear are so tiny and grosser
That the shorts shows my legs a little too much,
So my father told me to cover up and go with the rush,
They said I needed to cover it up, so I covered up
I never argued back I learned to shut up,
And then one day that one girl whom I called a friend
Told me that the cut slip tops
I wear are showing too much to pretend,
She said my arms look heavy in it and
why am I showing my underpins,
So I processed what she said and threw away all my cut slips,
She said I needed to it cover up, so I covered up,
I never argued back, I learned to shut up,
I was now perfect in hiding, what I used to show,
I learned to cover everything, from head to toe,
So when I felt alone and dark,
So when I felt suicidal and alarmed
I didn't tell anyone, I covered it up too,
When all your life you have covered up,
 then you don't show it do you?
When I felt it was too much to take in,
I harmed myself but never let it out of my skin,
I covered my body with clothes, and my thoughts with a smile
I showed myself happy and strong when I was very fragile,
I was dark as hell inside but I chose to never confide,
Because the girl I became, was someone
 who never learned to show
She elegantly covered it up, from head to toe,
They all said she needed to cover it up, so she did,
She showed herself strong and
healthy when she was freaking timid,
A master in camouflage, a champion in covering
I was no longer the girl who used to be fond of living,
The society taught me to cover everything up
And I did it too, I covered it all, and eventually, I shut up
The clothes didn't only cover my body but my soul too
And now I am so modest, that I don't even know what to do
A statue I would call myself, a painting on the wall
So modest and elegant, so dead and all.

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