The Struggle between Harley and Yuppie

The Struggle between Harley and Yuppie

Who am I?
I want both but I am neither.
Why can’t I choose?
Each provides some security and some fear
The money I spend to be a yuppie. I know I’m not. I falter as I play the role.
It feels false to me. Does it feel that way to others?
The Harley in me comes from my love of my father.
But I’m uncomfortable there too.
So I walk the tightrope between the two with no real identity
As I listen to opera and Kid Rock.
I have a tattoo and French-manicured nails.
I wear 6-inch stiletto Harley heels with Anne Taylor tank tops.
I drive a Jaguar and long for a Harley.

Please discuss.