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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