Belong To Me Poem by priscah Mutswenje

What is the big deal with clothes worn?
What is the mountain story about the attire I own?
Clothes is just a clothes
Does not matter who wears
Adds no flesh to who buys
Drains no blood to how one wears
Neither does it ruin nor reign rain.

She wore a pair of tiny long trousers,
He wore a gallant thick gown,
She wore a short sleeved short,
He wore a hanging soft pant
What difference is made?
Like hungry parrots
One will cursingly speak,
Like a noisy clucking hen
One will vainly shout,
What is the hilly deal about it all?