What I Choose

At first glance,

I am shy, short, and small.

Without a single chance,

Of making it big or having it all.

My fate’s been decided

I have no control.

But I won’t stay subsided,

For I have no walls.

The media can only stop

Those whose who wish to be.

Clothing, music, soda pop:

Things that uninterest me.

Look again, something’s changed.

My skin is natural and blemished.

My clothes are old, but not vintage.

Yet I have joy without finish.

The trees offer life

You can’t furnish it.

In this world of strife,

I have found a perfect fit.

Give me a pain,

I’ll give you a flower.

Give me eyes strained,

I’ll return with power.

You think you’re troubles

Are solved with pills.

But I’ve seen them doubled

And run to nature still.

 Natural? Hippy?

Yes, I know it is strange.

I dance on my “tippies”

You think I’m deranged.

You say “the mall”

I say “the fall”

You say “Maybelleine”

I say “ not my scene”

My account disagrees,

But I am rich.

It makes life a breeze,

And that’s the greatest gift.

I’m done hiding

This life is what I choose

Though at times pining,

I have nothing to lose.