You're Not a Blaine If You Don't Like Gravy

You’re Not a Blaine If You Don’t Like Gravy

So I don’t belong.
Puzzling and scary
to my 3-foot-tall self    
Whose family do I
belong to?     Or none?
I swallow my questions,
try to fit in
They eat pie, I love pie
They eat steak, my fave
But the globby, greasy
goo they call gravy?
I try. It won’t go down.