Bello Ragazza

How is it some clothes
are so drenched in gender,
bleached with sex hormones
and pink and blue dye?
Some things are so basic, some
things never questioned;
one could live life trapped in plexiglass
without ever realizing it.

It’s time to strip, metaphorically,
nude while garment garbed. One’s
appearance can change in
how one wears the pants. Everywhere
people remake identities
different from outward trappings.
But when roles are switched,
what defines who you are?