Why can’t she understand
that I’m different than she thinks
Why can’t she see
that being preppy just isn’t me?
I do not want to look or act
like a bitchy and hateful whore
I do not judge people as evil
if they wear an outfit that is black
I do not understand why they do.
Endless hateful glances too
“I hate you.
I hate the way you comb your hair
I cannot take you anywhere
Your clothes do not match the time or season
to hate you I need no reason.”
They hate because they are different
and yet still not unique
They hate because I have found
my own way to express myself.
She too hates me for what I am
and is disgusted by what I might be
when will she ever understand
that the only thing I really want
is the freedom of expression to be me.