My mom said I dress like a hippie.
A hobo.
Are my threads not
up to par with your fashion
as good
as Cream of Tartar.
What if I want to be me?
Be the person I want to be
without thinking that there is a Y-O-U in ME.
I wish I had the heart
in me to ignore your oppose
to my woes but yet
I will still
dress like a hippie just to be
spiteful and witty.
My mom said I dress like a hippie.
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Author:
B (
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- Comment from author about the poem: 4 months and 1 day.
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
Hippies were the true free birds who made their own fashion. Be witty, dress like a hippie.
Your mum's words will haunt you till u become a breakaway which usually comes when you're old enough.
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