Stripped Poem by Moe F. Babii

When I am stripped of my happiness,
and clothed by grief
I'll hold tight onto the good times
and never forget my beliefs

When my shirt is sad
and my jeans are tortured
I'll walk with my head held high
hoping to get past it for sure

When I am stripped of my smiles
and my childhood laughter
I'll try my best to re-clothe myself
in the farest thing from disaster

When my hat is sorry
and my gloves are apathetic
I'd wrap my scarf around so tight
no longer sympathetic

The day when I am stripped
in bare naked skin
Is the day I'll start my life over
what a perfect way to begin