That Not Me. Poem by maria goodison

I don't want apart of this so called deal as if you would
Listen to anything that I say.
The flash cars and hands of money to what cost did it come
at, the bright lights the staining smiles, do you really believe
that when it's over the people that you see will stay?
I do not feel that I need anything to do with that deal you
whisper in my ear.
Laughing out loud carry on telling the group (she'll be back)
Is it really so hard to believe that I've just walked away.
All the flash cars and all that money, so many people pressing
there hands to make Imprint on your skin.
Well I'll hold my coffee cup up to you and hope that you'll make
it threw, but I am quite happy with what I have and wish to just
be me.