‘Sadness looks so beautiful on you!’
 your voice had spoken, 
 an alluring smile lifting your face.
 I didn’t know I wore a dress.
 I wondered why.  

 Maybe too vulgar is the laughter
 or the day, 
 the happiness too rare, 
 so large the holes of fabric, my striped skin they reveal,
 its cuts and scars well hidden in my flesh:
 from birth to death
 the pain of loneliness.
 I wonder why. 

@Daniela Marin