slave to society
you look at me as if how i look
is the way i aspire to be judged.
my eyebrow arched, shoes untied,
shirt too big, pants a little tight
but loose at the bottom, covering those shoes.
yes my hair is messy, but who's perfect?
i'm certainly not, nor are you.
nothing i own or wear or see can
express who i am - only me.
i want you to look past all that.
to the person inside, the soul, the heart -
that one that society keeps inside.
you think that i like wearing this?
you think i truly like that song?
listen past the accent
i beg you look past these clothes.
please take me for who i am,
not what you think i need to be.
Monday, Apr. 07, 2003 - 4:17 pm