Skirt

As I walk down the street in my short skirt so high,
I feel the wind brush against my thigh.
Some may judge me for the way I am dressed,
But I feel confident and liberated, I must confess.

I know some may say it's indecent and lewd,
But I feel empowered and in control, not subdued.
I wear what I want, don't care if they stare,
I'm comfortable in my skin, without a care.

Perhaps it's the thrill, the rush of something new,
Or maybe it's just the freedom that I pursue.
But I know I will continue to wear what I desire,
And let my confidence light up like fire.

So judge all you want, to each their own,
But I'll keep wearing my short skirt, with panties unknown.