Another poem I wrote after actually shopping at Walmart and just wanted to write down my experience.
The Difficulties of Shopping
Walking through Walmart, searching for some anti-cold amenities,
I stumbled across the immense girls/woman's section. My eyes, widen,
and my cart seemed to want to pull toward the section,
but I knew I couldn't; the social acceptance police were watching, waiting for me to mess-up.
I fought off the eager to run over, try on all the dresses, buy all the panties I could fit in my cart.
to keep my lips off of the lipstick, and maintain non-pierced ears.
How how I wanted to shave my legs and try on a shirt or two or ten.
To show off a bikini figure in a bikini. Oh I want it all, and yet,
the social acceptance police are still watching, waiting.
I turn, walk buy some boxers, while picking out panties.
I look for the correct size undershirt, while measure my bra size.
Oh will these gym pants go with those yoga pants.
And yet, the social acceptance police are still watching, waiting.
Does this toothpaste effect that lipstick.
Can my nails be clipped and painted at the same time.
Oh which brad, so many brads, of makeup should I toss in my basket.
Oh I want it all, and yet, the social acceptance police are still watching, waiting.
Should I get a valentines gift, a stuffed bear or some chocolates,
some roses for a heart shaped vase, a basket of goodies,
or some lingerie,
all for my valentine, me, myself, and I.
And as I decided,
the social acceptance police are still watching, waiting.
I want so much, so much beauty to hide myself behind,
but alas, the social acceptance police are watching, waiting, knowing that one day I will mess up.
When I do mess up,
will be I be caught,
or will I be able to blend in just enough to stay under the radar?
Will I ever be socially accepted at all?
Oh the difficulties of shopping for ones self.
