I look at you
and you look at me.

You see me,
but you don't see me.

You see the clothes I wear and think,
"Her sense of fashion isn't that great."

You see my short hair and think,
"She looks like a boy"
Man, that's the shit I hate.

You see the color of my skin and think,
"She's Asian, she's probably smart."

You see me,
but you don't see me.

I wear the clothes I wear
because I don't have that kind of luxury.

My hair is short
because it all fell out - when I went through chemotherapy.

If you call a 2.8 GPA and an ACT score of 19 smart,
then I suppose I am.

I see you,
but I don't see you;
I accept you.