I don’t look like the other girls, <br />Not dressing in Hollister and AE, <br />Never shopping at Abercrombie & Fitch, <br />Could never afford to pay that much, <br />For clothes I can get at Wal-Mart. <br /> <br />I don’t pay $100 for a pair of jeans, <br />My $20 ones work better in the stables, <br />Paint splatters and tears hard won from work, <br />A story behind every single one of them, <br />Unique, not like any other on display. <br /> <br />My boots and belt are worn and faded, <br />Not shiny and new right from the package, <br />But I wouldn’t trade all those days and nights, <br />Earning my strips in the stable and saddle, <br />So take your new ones, I’ll take mine. <br /> <br />A hoodie and jeans suits me just fine, <br />They are practical and comfortable to me, <br />Skin tight clothes just aren’t my forte or style, <br />You can’t ride in a dress or a pair of heels, <br />And all that glitter fades under the dust. <br /> <br />So all you boys may look right on past, <br />To see the peacocks around this sparrow, <br />Just take a peek past my less-than-Vogue looks, <br />And you may see something beyond beauty, <br />But I don’t expect you to do that at all. <br /> <br />You see, I have my health, heart and brains, <br />And there are people out there that see that, <br />My horse, boyfriend, pen pal and best friends, <br />My family, my teachers, and my mentors, <br />So please, walk on past, I don’t care. <br /> <br />I don’t need your flashy clothes and ‘cool’ style, <br />Honestly, I have nothing to prove to anyone here, <br />Just know this: beauty fades away and style changes, <br />Today’s fashions are tomorrow’s Goodwill donation, <br />But who I am and where I’ve been… That’s forever.<br /><br />Shiloh Thompson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/not-another-teenage-stereotype-statistic/
