Maybe after sighting
Each other buck naked
That ends the fighting
About whose is bigger
Or whose are real.
There ceases to be a trigger
Of envy, or competition,
As being clothes free
One is in no position
To hide behind frippery.
It is difficult to be snobbish
About your fabric and style
When all you are wearing
Is a sun hat and a smile.
Acting like you are a jock
Of taut body and shape
Wearing nothing but a sock
Makes you a target of japes
About getting over yourself
And maybe even getting real.
It really is that kind of situation;
That basic kind of reality deal.
Most of what is artificiality
Disappears when you’re nude.
It gets easier to face reality
And much harder to be rude.
We quickly see that we are
We are sisters and brothers
And we do not need to live
By rules of fathers and mothers.
They were taught to be afraid
Of body parts called ‘naughty bits’;
Words like ‘nasty’ and ‘stop that!’
You adults can say, ‘I want none of it.
I’m through with thinking my crotch
Is something evil, sick and twisted.
Take my genitalia out of the book
Where you have sinfulness listed.
I exist as nature has made me
And it is wrong of you to correct
The natural person as I was born
Being a prude is just a side-effect
Of being raised by people who
Were never raised quite right.
Maybe if everyone were nude
That would end the need to fight.
(Image is by Angel Boligan – El Universal, Mexico City)
This is perfect, and the message resonates.
Thanks, Steph! It is something I have been saying, shouting really, my whole life. I figured it was time to set it to poetry. I am so glad you like it.
Reblogged this on clothes free life and commented:
Another clothes free positive poem
Reblogged this on Naturism For People of Color and commented:
a nice poem
Thank you, William. I hope this poem gets shared to ever nudist and every nudist community out there.
It makes you think and then realize that yeah that makes sense
That is one of the best reviews I ever got o a poem of mine. Thank you, old friend.