STAY NAKED


I was born naked, the warp and woof of the fabric that defined me embedded in my sinews and capillaries. No power suit from Bergdorf’s could convince me of my strength and integrity better than what lies beneath my skin.

Diamonds on my fingers could not reflect the clarity of my soul, nor rubies at my throat the breadth and depth of my good heart.

For those who were not gifted, can even the finest lace disguise the gaping hole where honesty should have grown? Can brilliant silks cover the lack of truth or justice?

Look past whatever magnificent gowns I may don, or paltry rags I might be forced to wear. There is no truer clothing than the garment I was born with.

Naked I was born and naked shall I stay.