9/9/08

Superficial Ppl

These superficial ppl look at me
And walk away like I got a communicable disease
They dismiss me very easily, an ability
Not lost on me walkin by
If they look me in the eye then they might see more
Past the messy mop of hair and my bare feet on the floor
Past the stickers on my car, and the beads on my door
There's other possibilities beyond trying to settle the score
The word hippie's just a label that's affixed
By the ones who think those unlike them should not exist
Even if you think you're different, they say just assimilate
If you stop loving yourself, then you start to learn to love to hate
Then you start to call us out, while we're walking down the street
Just because we nod our heads to an unfamiliar beat
What do they see? The person, the poet, the hair, the clothes...
I guess I'll never know.

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