Are you going to the Renassiance Faire?
Or, Are you in a play?
The people on the street will ask
Because I dress this way

While women wear their hair in blue,
With pink or purple streak
Because I dress the way I like,
They say that I’m a freak

Instead of pink and purple hair
I wear clothes of green and brown
With feathered cap, and billowed cape
(They say that I’m a clown)

With radios a-blasting
They go walking down the block
Whereas, I’d rather listen to
The Brandenburgs by Bach

The differences between us
Is more than just a mile
I do not think, within their eyes
I’ve ever seen a smile

Are you Robin Hood?, or D’Artagnon?
They’ll ask, with sneering glee,
Yet, underneath their scorn, I note
A wisp of jealousy

For I am not afraid to show
What others try to hide
The inner dreams I dare to live
That they keep penned inside

And in my small and subtle way
I think I make them see
The person that they could have been
If they had dared to be

As blithely unconcerned as I
About what others say
If they’d not crushed their childhood dreams
And gone a different way

For many people look at me
With only outward eyes
They do not see, the clothes I wear
Reflect my inner guise.