My gown is the color of envy

But I've none today

If only my green

Were so saturated

I’m not down, but it's not easy

Nor am I ill

My will perseveres

My brilliant chapeau does not cap my rage

I stand unashamed and empowered

My conviction courageous

My passions plain

To these, I call attention

Sometimes, the hue of my scarf tells my tale

Sometimes truly sullen

And belies my too-trusting nature

It often accompanies me

To relaxation

The dark round my neck

Is not the value of my soul

Partly the responsibility of my authority

Maintaining an aura of mystery

And, hopefully, elegance

The prestigious sheen that gleams

Dangling neath each ear

In step with my ebullient empathy

My compassion is steady

Confident yet rarely cocky

The sly shimmer that lingers

Beneath brassière and blouse

Aids my chin up

Defiant of how I’ve matrured

Some call me aloof, some dignified

But far too often, I’m neutral