So part of my costume in the show
Involves a towel wrapped around me and pinned,
Before a dumpy housecoat goes over.
And I have this urge at the finale
To scrape off all the makeup,
Untie that housecoat,
Unpin the clumpy towel,
Strip out of it, and let it fall
Like a shadow on the stage,
And then stand naked in front of the audience,
And let them see me for who I am.

And I can see why strippers and prostitutes
Will enter the kingdom of heaven
Long before anyone who fails to understand
The power of removing all the trappings,
And costumes,
And standing bare and naked,
Even if it's just before oneself.

-jenn