JB

Poser

These words rattle around in my head

Like a symphony of judgement

And the harmony is my identity.

It\'s the sentence for the crime

of wearing what I want

because it\'s out of character.

Does a flower loose its beauty when put on a corsage

and then a prom dress of a young girl?

Does the rainbow only have 

seven colors when it\'s the sky that caused it?

My clothes and my style

are my choice. I like the clothes.

So why am I fake

or a poser for wearing them?

Why does a style belong to

a type of music?

Why does a type of music belong to

mental illnesses?

I tell them I just want to be seen,

They look away.

 

And I\'m alone.

A poser in a sea of truth.

 

I\'m fake.

 

Because of the road I choose.

 

But at least that choice is mine.

At least I\'m not mindless

doing what I\'ve been told isn\'t for me.

At least I know who I am

which I can\'t say for them.

I\'m not a poser,

I\'m the realest me there will ever be

and they can take

everything away from me

but that.

I

am

not

a

poser.