You Don't Know Me

I will disguise myself so no one
will really know who I am.
I will wear bright clothes and flashy shoes
and they will call me ma'am.

But when I'm in no one's company
I'll let my hair all down.
I'll put on a drab old shirt
and slippers of shabby brown.

For clothes do make the person.
That's what I've been told.
When my flashy clothes are on
I'm a sight to behold.

But that's not who I am you know.
I'm just a plain old gal.
But I can fool the best of them.
They think I'm a femme fatale.

poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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