Poems & Essays

15 Jul

Playing Dress Up

General/Column 2 Responses

At the ornate
dresser among
costume jewelry,
powdered rouge,
and red fingernail
polish, I play
dress up standing
in my mother’s
stilettos, tall as
a skyscraper over
looking a noisy city,
her chandelier
earrings dripping
from my teenage
earlobes like moonlight,
her floppy straw hat
covering my drawn
on eyebrows.
From underneath
this sunhat I am a
teenage girl, I am
a woman in the
world that awaits
me beyond this
mirror where I
know I will
grow more
human, more
flawed, more


Sharon “Shay” Cook holds an MFA in Creative Writing from National University. She is the recipient of the Hillsborough County Lit Wit Poetry Contest, author of her collected book of poetry, called Black Silk, and she hosts creative writing workshops. She lives in Tampa, Florida. 

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  1. Monica Flegg

    July 17, 2016 at 7:22 pm

    I love this, the short lines keep it moving just as fast as the child is growing…”more flawed, more beautiful.” AMEN

    • Shay Cook

      July 21, 2016 at 2:13 am

      Monica, thanks for your feedback. Glad you enjoyed that innocent part of who we are as women when we divert back to the little girl who looks into the mirror and sees her mom and herself!


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