They say , wear decent clothes. Be civil, Be modest, Be right,, But who decides what’s “decent”? A god? Or a man’s sight?
When devotion deepens, And the soul dissolves in prayer, Even cloth feels like a boundary. And sins dissolves in air
The body is just a garment, I will rip and fade Spirit needs no covering. Its light can't be weighted
So not judge by fabric’s length, Nor by what’s shown or hidden. Divinity lives unclothed In hearts that never bid.
And those who preach “women’s decency,” Yet never questions men’s clothes Are not voices of devotion, But r@pist hiding in priest clothes.
May be most of you won't relate to this poem as I have seen in western countries clothes aren't that much issue but the place from where i come.. I was forced to wear full sleves even in deadly summers and I refused to do so and now i sit comfortably in clothes which makes me comfortable but still there are many who are still forced to cover and many saints and priest gives speeches like girls should coved their face and all otherwise they are giving hints to get r@ped. They give advice to women on clothing while men can roam half naked in summers what kind of devotion is this?? Well it's just their filthy patriarchal mindset. God isn't gonna see my clothes but my soul and clothes are wore to be comfortable.