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Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Bad Poetry Night: inspired by Roy. I've changed a lot since I wrote this in high school, desperate to look like I belonged in the coffee house and not at all realizing that, at the time, I did. Some Change Left some change left, don't know how much. the coffee was a buck oh six. and the stank led the pen to my hand as i comprehend the drink. pen on pad, i fit in with the misfits. even though i don't play chess and my hair's hue is not unnatural. even though my clothes have only had one home and my skin is unmarked by man's art. i can pretend that i am a misfit too. and fit in. even though i don't and my pen is made of gold. posted by hilary at 8:27 PM | 1 Comments:Links to this post: |
Ah yes... the years of the teenage herding instinct. I remember them well, and miss them very little. I'll post a picture of what I looked like back when I was having my goth phase, trust me you'll get a good laugh out of it. :-)
However, I remember very clearly needing to belong to a group at college, and always feeling a little awkward when hanging around goths and dressing like a normal skater dude. Then one day I realised that I dressed the way I did because I was affliated and integrated with all of the cliques in college, and I no longer had a problem with it.
Well anyway thats what that poem brought to mind.