It
began with my dress my choice,
A
cry from the women including Joyce,
What
culminated to poor dressing choice,
Your
dress your character.
Your
dress defines your poise,
Even
before we get to hear your voice,
Which
may express nothing but noise,
Your
dress your character.
I
love the kalenjin’s brown leather jacket,
It
expresses their inmost real facet,
Their
countrywide laudable docket,
Your
dress your character.
Observe
the dressing codes of the royals,
They
hardly compromise good morals,
What
should be replicated by the locals,
Your
dress your character.
Cladding
is different from doctors to pastors,
Not
the ‘pastors’ who are real monsters,
And
a pilot can’t clad like a pornstar,
Your
dress your character.
Dressing
differentiates a student from a teacher,
A
non – Christian from a devoted preacher,
And
of course a creator from its creature,
Your
dress your character.
Show
me your dress and I’ll tell your personality,
Not
the hidden one may be the reality,
And
you will confirm it is your eccentricity,
Your
dress your character.
By: Otieno Lawrence
©2016
