A Poetic Ramble About Being Yourself
Sometimes we forget that there is (probably) nobody on this beautiful planet of ours who is loved by EVERYBODY. We aren’t for everyone. Neither were we ever meant to be. You’re not everybody’s cuppa.
Neither am I going to please all of the people all of the time. Even the likes of Kate Middleton aren’t worshiped by every human being who inhabits this place we call home… So sometimes we need to stop, take a step back and see the humour in our uniqueness. Embrace our kookiness and individuality all the more and quit trying to fit into the molds of a stubborn society and the media’s image of ‘perfection’!
YOU’RE NOT EVERYBODY’S CUPPA – A POEM
You’re not your father-in-law’s cuppa. He isn’t too keen on your roasts.
I’m not my old uni pal’s cuppa. She interprets my happiness as boasts.
We sooo aren’t The Queen’s kind of cuppa; working class, middle class, non-aristocracy.
They aren’t the modelling agency’s cuppa; too timid, too short, too curvy.
But you are Mary Berry’s cuppa. And she’ll soon crown you Queen of her show.
And I am that publisher’s cuppa. They’ll make me a Bestseller, y’know.
We are that jazz band’s cuppa, as we sway to their grooves in the park.
They are the politicians’ cuppa, trading their secrets in the dark.
But you’re not Justin Bieber’s cuppa. You’re more an Adam Levine babe.
And I’m not the stiff upper lip’s cuppa. I bend all their rules, won’t ‘behave’.
We’re not the mummy clique’s cuppa, we don’t gossip or bitch to their tune.
They’re not Oprah Winfrey’s cuppa, with their focus on fear, doom and gloom.
But you are your best mate’s cuppa, that’s why you’ve partied together for years.
And I am my children’s cuppa, replacing cries with smiles, wiping tears.
We are the cafe’s cuppa… with our thumbs up to THAT blueberry pie!
They are Simon Cowell’s cuppa. When he saw them he wanted to cry.
But you’re not the posh hotel’s cuppa, not after the mess your kids have made!
And I’m not my brothers’ cuppa, my positivity drives him insane.
We’re never going to be the Chicago White Sox’ cuppa. We can’t throw a ball for toffeeeeee…
They’re not the librarian’s cuppa, their Kindle addictions ‘is what’s wrong with society.’
So let’s quit being the ‘perfect’ cuppa and offer the world our unique special brew.
Because yours is as individual as a fingerprint. And mine’s pretty awesome too.
By shining our light like a beacon and letting the world see our glow.
We not only uplift all others, but we guide them… like ships coming home.
For we each have our own gifts to offer, no point copying anyone else.
Those roles have already been taken, the only person to please is ourSELF.
Let’s sing, dance and laugh on our own path. Without giving a rip what others think.
We don’t need their approval anyway. Turn your light up so bright that they blink.
When we buck the trend of convention, it may at first seem lonely.
Until one by one new people join us, and together we make History.
My Shiny Happy Rebellion’s MY quest, too bad if others take the mick.
I’M happy and that’s all that matters. I LOVE my life as a smiley, hippie dippie kinda’ chick.
