As my mother lays out my clothes
I stare with disgust.
She lays out a white cami,
With a cotton ivory blouse,
And a plaid skirt.
Black knee socks,
My Mary-Janes,
Topped off with an argyle vest and head band
I laugh.
She stares.
I put my clothes on as fast as I can
And rush out the door,
To school.
As I walk through the old wood door
And enter the brick building,
I smell the familiar scent of erasers,
And some foreign cleaning product.
The kids stare as I walk past,
All the same.
All wearing Hollister jeggings,
Or American Eagle jeans,
And Abercrombie & Fitch perfume.
Paired with a new Aeropstale shirt,
Bright shoes,
And perfect hair.
All carelessly laughing and smiling,
As if it was a mistake
That they were all the same.
And then I’m happy
That I’m different
Then the rest of the clones.