Narrative Poem modeled after "Please don't take my air jordans"

People laugh at me
when I wear the same clothes
every day.

I would kill.
for those shoes everyone is wearing these days,

I got no money,
no job,
no way to be who I want to be.

I fall in the wrong crowd.
but it's ok I really don't mind.
sometimes.

I wish my image was like
the girls in the magazine
but
i got no money,
no job,
no way to be who i want to be.