Your own taste

You wear black, she wears white
Whose saying it’s wrong or right?
You like rock,  he’s like soul
One still fighting, one reached their goal
You hate meat, she loves steak
Icing may be advertising but what’s in the cake
You like Botox, he likes grace 
You can crawl, walk or run, your not competing in a race 
You like horror, he likes action
Whose corner, Tiger king or Baskin 
If we all like the same what a strange world it would be
Like marmite stand for who you are, live it your way, be free