Home vs Society

Here’s a scary thought, I’m as white as a ghost.

To you maybe, but to me I’m just right.

I don’t need fashion magazines to tell me otherwise,

To tell me to be tan, or to be orange to fit in.

Here’s a fun fact, I’m don’t fit in Hollister pants.

Apparantly they look good on me,

With their high price tag.

I don’t need society to tell me that I need those pants

To fit in.

So why am I concerned with the way that I look?

The way that I dress, or the way that I sound?

Is it really that important to change the way I am,

To fit in, to be cool, to give the right impression?

At home I do not need to act a certain way

Pretend to not care or breathe smoke in

I can say what I care about for that’s who I am

Not a Barbie doll from the future of society

Also at home there are differences too

I can have my own opinion, but keep it to myself

Cook the meal! But let auntie add in the spices

Could it be that I’m stuck not in a reality?