Posted: April 5, 2010 in Uncategorized

i miss the days
when i could wear
my sundress inside-out,
with mismatched socks
and oversized heels,
and heart-shaped glasses
with the tints,
and my hair sticking up–
and everyone would say,

four-year-olds can
get away with ANYTHING.

but now i’m 24.
and if i were to wear that,
i would be sent away
in an awkward-fitting JACKET
to a place with PILLOWS on
the walls, and i would be
banned from sharp objects
and plied with bland foods.

if i were a rich white girl
and 24
and i wore that outfit,
i could say that it was
and i would get on the
COVERS of magazines,
and people would hate me
and want to be me
at the same time…
even though i’d have
the fashion sense of
a four-year-old black girl.

if i were a homeless black vet
and i wore that outfit,
i would make the news
every time a little kid
went missing, or when
there was a HOMELESS problem,
or when there was a
or when there was a
people with no means.

if i were a white man
of middle age and
i wore that outfit,
i would get a movie made
about me similar to silence of
the lambs, and i would be
a SERIAL KILLER skin-eater,
and yet people would not
make an archetype of
psycho, inside-out dress-
wearing white middle-aged
men like me–!

sigh. i miss the days
when inside-out was
the new four-year-old
black girl chic, and i
also miss the days when
life was as SIMPLE as
playing dress-up and
it didn’t MATTER how
you wore it
or if it matched
or if it coordinated
with your mood
or your shoes
or your life.

you were four
and it felt good.

napowrimo #4: inside-out

I watch too much HGTV, so I have learned (very well) about bringing the outdoors inside and also turning outside spaces into rooms (which is, apparently, more than putting the old sofa out on the front porch).

In our case, writing inside out (or outside in) means setting your physical or metaphorical inner bits out of doors, to be walked around and looked at from odd angles, as if they were monuments or mailboxes (as an example). Or it could be transforming your internal organs into flowers or letting a pack of four-year-old’s (human or otherwise) loose in your attic.

Write a poem today that illustrates your idea of what is inside-out.

  1. K says:

    You wrote a poem using an emoticon and IT WORKED. I am in awe.

    I love this. I miss playing dress-up too.

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