The grace I’ve learned, a gentle light,
Shifts my mind from black to white.
Through costumes, we define our way,
Yet it’s just fabric at the end of day.
But some will see what isn't there,
A world where judgment fills the air.
You deserve the freedom to choose,
To stand tall, with nothing to lose.
Stitch your story in every thread,
Let colors speak what’s left unsaid.
No label shapes the soul you keep,
You are whole, both wide and deep.
Patterns shift, and fabrics stray,
But your spirit soars beyond the fray.
Wear your truth, let courage rise,
You are the canvas, you are the skies.
With every thread, you hold the wand,
To weave and break the lies beyond.
See the person, not their guise,
For clothes can never mask the wise.
Be who you are, with pride to bear,
Wear what you love, and never despair.
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