To Be or Not To Be... Like Them

By , Denver, CO
Why don't they like me?
Is it because I'm not stick thin, or a size zero?
Do they think I'm fat?

Do they not like me
Because I don't wear tight clothes
And super mini-skirts?

Maybe they don't like me because I don't have
a lot of money.

At school I see
The Black guys with the Black girls
The White guys with the White girls
The Mexican guys with the Mexican girls.
And where do I stand? I'm a little bit of all.
I don't know, somewhere in between?

So, why don't they like me?
Is it because I'm smart?
Because I actually have a brain,
And know how to use it?

What am I supposed to do?
Just give in to their demands
Or continue to walk among jerks,
Who can't accept me for me?

If I give in
I'm letting them mold me
And pick at the things they dislike.
I'll be a whole new person.
A size zero, small frame.
Tight clothes, short skirts.

Yeah, everyone will like me.
Everyone will know me.
But they won't know ME.
The real me.
The me they worked so hard to throw away.

So,
Do I let them drag me
Into a different world?
And become some kind of puppet
For their pleasure?

Or,
Do I remain myself?
The person that I love so much.

I don't know.





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