It’s become a cliche
You know the type
Self-centered, blonde, tan, fit,
Throw in an accent and what do you get?
The “jock,” “douche,” “insert judgmental stereotype”
and how quickly we are to hide behind labels.
I’m noticing, though, how hard you’re trying
every sentence you say is punctuated by
a furtive glance to see how we’ve processed
your coolness.
Your “type” shouldn’t be this earnest.
Enough with the facade, kiddo,
Be weird with me.
Mask: Part 1
