Cultural Clashes

There's dirt under my fingernails,
I let my hair air-dry;
It doesn't see salon stylist hands,
toners, highlights, or cut-&-blow drys.
My car is always a mess,
I don't drive a range rover,
or know the Beamer series
like they're art, but
I know Picasso, DaVinci, and Nietzsche
off by heart.

I'm not fashion forward
When the seasons change
And one is "in" and the other "out".
I anticipate fall for the foliage
That spills colors atop the trees.
I don't sip on fine wine
In the city's posh eat-outs,
I'm a whiskey kinda gal
Who loves to camp-out
Under the stars that shine in the sky,
Not the ones in celeb magazines,
I'd read the classics-
I find gossiping obscene.
I enjoy home-cooked meals
With my dysfunctional family-
The love there is real.
The bed where I lay my head at night
Is in the back room of my quaint home,
It doesn't have a walk-in closet,
Guest house, or a pool;
It's a mixed-match reflection of me and my own.

I'm not prim and proper,
I'm not your womanly ideal,
I do not come from a "good home"
There's dust on my front door.
My last name is not a company,
My dad does not smoke cigars,
My mother has never owned
Gucci, Channel, or Louboutin.
The only restaurants
That know them by name,
Are the local Chinese take-out
Who call my mother, Marilyn, "Melon".

Once i tried to stop biting my nails
and I got a pedicure,
After I went on a diet
To become your perfect girl.
I stopped dressing for comfort
and put on some pretty pumps,
And your eyes wandered towards me.

I think I like it better when i blend in with the walls,
I think the beauty that you see is the costume of a fool,
I think my intellect did scream at me
Every second of the way home
Until i took that stranger off me
and put back on my own clothes.

So, I'll keep my Bohemian style
and my wind-blown locks
That fall over my eyes.
I'll wipe off all that makeup
And paint a smile on instead;
I'll take out my pretty diamond nose-ring
A put back my beloved hoop.
I'll laugh instead of giggle,
I'll let all inhibition go,
Because if this cultural repertoire
Is not what you are looking for,
Then i'm sorry, dear Mr. Darcy,
But you can see yourself out the door.  

Author's Note

I live in quite an affluent area. Sometime I think we're different breeds of humans. Around here at least...

Reviews

[Everson Taveras]

Though I've never met you, and to say I never will may come off as being a bit presumptuous, but I adored the character that you are, like the rebel at school or the non conformist at home. And how your uniqueness to be who are, all day everyday regardless of what people say or think, is a valor few people posses. Thank you for sharing as always

[Robin]

love the art reference , especially in the sense that appreciation is not for sale and cannot be bought . rebel with a smile .