In New York, I’m a hipster, styled to impress
The soul of San Diego’s, fashions freedom in dress
Mismatched patterns, sheik but true
Eclectically honest, no mirrored preview
The freedom to dress, without thought for thread’s worth
Gems hung for peace, wears dug from the earth
Cosmetics deserted, brought without reason
No concealer for flaws, beauty seen without treason
Clothes donned in comfort, style comes second
West coast gifts my soul with an outward expression
New York you are home, yet I feel pressed to conform
Eyes judge my passing, worth what I adorn
A holiday dedicated to peace. A lifestyle cleanse. San Diego, you have reinvigorated dreams, inspired art and prompted change.
California, you are my second home.