Here I stand, naked
On the edge again
While the crowds pass by trying
To ignore me,
One man stops, points, shouts
"Cover yourself, woman!"
I laugh, while my hair
Swirls around me, and know
That he's just jealous
Of my tattoos.
I'm glad that in my dreams I am
So self-confident that I have no fear
Of being nude, but
It does make me wonder
Where all this anxiety and self-doubt
Drains away to
When I
Sleep.