Culture of the Individual (Personality of the Indivisible)

I've looked around here and there

But it gets no easier to compare

Myself to you, or her or them;

When I can't even blend in

I'm different, I know; I've heard it

But, in counter to what am I alternative?
My principles are opposing to most,

And still, I just don't know where my culture is...

I've been around the world,
The parts I've been allowed
Through the barrier of monetary value,
Not from shame; my head is bowed.

My clothes they do have holes in them,
Because I didn't buy them from a sweatshop;
Many think it shows my worth,

Yet; Though I appear worn,
There are things much worse.

Within and outside my ability,
Possessions of mine are fluid,
By my adaptability, without rigidity,

Is the way I've always lived...

I've drunk from what one would say
Was one too many another's cup,

Bread to eat, bread to give...
There is no struggle when no-one looks up
And still,
I just don't know where my culture is...