INSPECT US
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Out of the clothes that cover me Tight as the skin is on the grape, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable shape. In the fell clutch of bone and steel I have not whined nor cried aloud; Whatever else I may conceal, I show my thoughts unshamed and proud. The forms of other actorines I put away into the shade; All of them flossy near-blondines Find and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how straight the tape, How cold the weather is, or warm— I am the mistress of my shape— I am the captain of my form. Edith Daniell. |