They hide,
Conforming to the norm.
Stereotype en masse.
They are nameless.
A wave of no-ones.
Of nobodies.
They come in classes,
In year groups.
Schools,
Like fish.
Though in species far more limited.
They dress alike,
In their separate groups.
Travel in troups.
A curtain of black hair,
Eye make-up, girl or boy.
And jeans so tight their feet turn blue,
Uniformed in allstars, fishnets, safety pins.
And all incredibly, ludicrously thin.
Or another species,
With blonde streaked hair.
Lipgloss coated,
Clad in shades of pink and blue.
The High School Musical Crew.
A laugh to see.
Americanized,
Their true Brit culture all disguised.
They eat fries (not chips),
A wonder they don't miss their lips.
A brainless lot.
And finally those called the 'chav',
Liveried in tracksuits,
In Adidas, Reebok, Nike.
Though never do you ever see one
Exercise more than their tongue,
Which flaps obscenities all day long.
They're weighed down with jewels of gold.
Argos quality so I'm told.
And when these species converge (collide),
What you get is a British school.
I got through it, somehow,
Though being different (against the rules),
I've no idea how I survived.
You see, I was different.
I followed no trend,
Wore what I liked,
And said much the same.
I had no label.
I had just a name.
And guess what?
It far outlasted whatever they could claim.
So now I'm grown up
And still I can see, on the buses,
In the streets,
In fact, all around me,
Signs of this division,
This divided tradition.
A new wave,
En masse,
Of the nobodies.
Author notes
I read an entry into my latest contest and was just BURNING to show the writer how they could have done it better. I think I did okay, though I won't be so rude as to show this to the person who wrote the original.
As usual, constructive criticism is always welcome. This is freeverse, so don't tell me my form is off. And please don't tell me I shouldn't capitalise the start of every line either. People often do, but I prefer my own style of presentation and refuse to change it. Otherwise, criticise away, I won't bite.
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This will forever be the societies of todays' fate..
sad to say; we all need to be like someone else in a way,in order to feel okay with ourselves.
a beautiful way to describe it.
Very well done!!
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People are like that, they want to see someone that looks like them and feel accepted into the group. But then there are the rebels, thank God for the rebels! Woo Hoo!
Patty
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wow
this is very well written
surrounded by diversity,
this is true.
my daughter too is quite stubborn that is not an insult,
always be true to yourself,
the ones that do create change that we so desperately need in the world.
exquisite talent
God bless...
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Thanks for your comments. I'm glad you liked it.
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