To Fit or Not to Fit
The art of fitting in
is highly complex,
Everything has to be “just right”
With the criteria for acceptance
Seemingly unstable
The boundaries constantly shift
to contain the elite, to keep them so.
One has to look a certain way
Dress to comply
Behave to conform
Speak to confirm
Be silent, blend, merge
until self is lost,
group identity is all.
I will never be accepted
I am too tall, too fat and way too loud
I say what I mean, which apparently is wrong
I proclaim my difference
The neat and pretty girls turn their backs
They wall me out.
