Writing

A Poem # 16

This poem was written on November 27, 1995. This one requires a little back story. I was raised by a single mother after my father died. There were times when my family struggled financially, so things like expensive clothes were out of reach. I would still rather have 5 pairs of inexpensive jeans than one overpriced pair. The kids that I went to school with were deep in their materialism, even though I’m sure some of them had the same financial situation as me. Despite all of that, they chose to bully me because I didn’t have certain brand name clothes. This poem was my way of saying what mattered to me and it wasn’t clothes.

It Doesn’t Matter Anymore

I don’t care what they say

To me it doesn’t matter anymore

I don’t really care if I’m poor

My clothes may not be the best

But do I care

It’s not the clothes that keep my soul at rest.

I have what I need

And it doesn’t come from greed

I’m happy

I have someone who loves me

And a true friend

That doesn’t care about the clothes

I have to mend

My heart is content

No matter how much money is spent

The things snotty people say

I don’t care what they meant

It doesn’t matter anymore

I don’t care what they say

To me doesn’t matter anymore

I don’t really care if I’m poor

My clothes might not be the best

But do I care

It’s not the clothes that keep my soul at rest

I just don’t care anymore

For it is my happiness

That makes them sore.

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