The Foreign Community at Home

Fri, 08/07/2015 - 01:50 -- Faber

Big eyes

Epic battles

Adorable outfits

Zany people

 

I'm filled to the gills with them

And frankly, I'm fine with that.

I'm glad to be the queen of them

They gravitate to me like flies to fruit. (It's amazing really).

 

There's never a dull moment.

They dress like characters in extravagant costumes

And discuss and debate the lives said characters

It's their enthusiasm that keeps me alive

 

Outsiders view my followers as 'weirdos' with no lives

But the truth is that their lives reside in me.

Who needs 'real life' when they have me?

Who needs to keep up with celebrities and listen to Top 20 radio?

I really don't understand 

 

I am a community

A community filled with weeaboos and cosplay veterans

Who dedicate their lives to Japanese artistry

I am the anime community

The zany, loud, and often ridiculous community where no one is left behind.

 

This poem is about: 
My community

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