I DON'T FIT IN

I don’t fit in, I never do.

My hair’s out of fashion

My now bulky shoes should be

three inches high, sleek and shiny.

Nose studs are out

and belly button trims shine with bling.

Clothes once earthy and shapeless,

Now are supposed to cling tightly,

Molding to every bit of me that nips in.

I don’t fit into the fashionable moment.

I am an individual and that should do.

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