This is a poem about second hand stores. Finding yourself in a sea of mirrors and endless name brands can seem intimidating. But when you look beyond the labels and appreciate something, such as clothing, for it’s individual worth and value, you are fostering an environment of originality and authenticity. And that is a lesson that extends past the thrift store and into interactions with others on a daily basis.
A physical physique and the way that we look
does not deny us
the right to write down
our own happiness in life’s little book.
Happiness can be found in individuality
and fashion can be a source of spirituality.
Distinctive discernment between
clashing reminiscent patterns of the past
and making a statement
can be a bold endeavor
made by the individualistic few.
The ability to create our own
proclamation of inner truth
is something undeniable
to our generation of youth.
