My childhood trauma

Does not define me

Do not base your opinions on 

What you see

My dead mother 

Does not require an apology

You’re analysing me

Like you studied psychology 

Charity shop converse

Don’t turn up your nose

It just so happens 

I like worn & scruffy clothes 

I like things that show life 

A bit of history

Weird & quirky

Just suits me

My rings are so bent

That they hardly fit 

But pass me downs are cool

I must admit

Before you judge 

Pull me aside for a chat

& maybe you’ll take 

All your assumptions back