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:
Me
My community
My country
Our world