To The “Weird” Kids

I've spent too much time caring about other people's views

Wear what you want

It doesn't matter who you are

Born a girl, feel like a boy

Don't want to wear your skirts cause society says it ain't right

Fuck it

That's punk as hell

Wear that skirt

Paint your face

Punks, goths, emos, scene

I love you

I feel you

Go all out

People bark?

Bark back

Wear those fangs

Collect your bones

Speak to your dead

They're proud of you

Disturb the comfortable with the art of self expression

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world


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