The art of being hip, now confused him
Jeans too loose, or the dye too dark
Hair long maybe curly or short and trim
Opened his wardrobe- a multi seasoned park
He step's into the 'park' looking for a fit
Pulls out a floppy hat and big trainers
Whips on a scarf his aunt took time to knit
One that distinguishes him from strangers
Every step individual, light but heavy
His hooded top flops down his back, tag out
His mum's unique, his dad drives a Chevy
Maybe he was simply destined to stand out
The wind blows his cares away from his face
And straight into other non conformists
His Velcro trainers are stepping their pace
His style may be streetwise.. slightly homeless
But it gives him a sense of being, pride outside
He paints his portrait, primarily on what he picks
Choosing the outside shows life on the inside
And his inside is multicolours, that cover and mix.
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