“I hate Mondays”, but that’s not what my poem is about.

That’s just the ugly quote that Forever 21 slapped on your generic a** white girl shirt.

I almost stood for the pledge this morning just so I could flex my funky fit,

but I’ve been sitting since November 2016 and I’m not tryna break that streak,

so I humbled myself, and at the sound of an intercom, I took back my seat.

Unoriginality is one of the leading causes of this plague,

turning brains bursting open with ideas and expression,

to faces full of dullness with no depth behind them.

I’ve talked about music before and how it’s a passion, and that is never passing.

But I’d like to take a moment of your precious time to discuss this teenage modern day fashion scene virus. 

If we switched wardrobes, would you be comfortable enough in the clothes that I wear and my vibrant purple hair to give that camera a viciously Vogue stare?

Brake light red fanny pack slung around my shoulders, I stay strapped.

Patterns and colors you never seen together before but I do more than make it work, no cap.

As you eye me up and down, I catch a glimpse of your judgemental frown.

But joke’s on you, cause I’m the one who wears the crown.

College hoodie, white slip on vans, PINK leggings, that’s all that you ever wear and I’m just beginning.

Sperry’s, slides, Nike knee highs, basketball shorts, muscle tee that screams headass hype beast.

I don’t believe in god but I’m really praying

for a grace period of self reflection to magically fall upon all y’all, because

You really think you’re doing something? For your sake, I hope you’re just playing.