Can't be TAMED

I’m that girl you see at school

The one standing alone

Not acceptable to be cool

But with a fierceness in her bones

The one that stands up for what’s right

Even when no one else does

A girl who doesn’t run; instead stays to fight.

I’m a rebel because I am unique

I wear black and dark grey

Regardless of haters and their critiques.

According to some, this classified as weird.

But I have learned that what that is

Is just and adjective for what they fear.

Is it wrong to be smart and flaunt what you know?

When in this day and age

Being smart is a “no-no?”

I’m the one that can’t be tamed,

The one who is smart, weird,

Goth, fierce, cruel, and insane.

I am the one who others ignore

All because I am an original

Which most people abhor.

Think what you may about me

Because honestly: I DON’T CARE!

If you see me in the hallways

Go ahead: stop and stare.

Your words are deflected

By my suit of armor.

Lucky for me

I am unaffected.

Your words are meant to break my will

But I should thank you instead

I was standing before and I am standing still!

Is being unique such a bad thing?

It is for the “in-crowd”

Which is why their words sting.

I won’t be forced

To fit someone’s mold.

Nor do I want to:

My demeanors’ to bold.

I can’t be tamed

My intentions are clear.

If you think you can change me,

You’re way wrong my dear.

I am an original,

A Goth, a freak

But I would rather be these

Than be slutty or weak.

I am not the one you’d want to play

Someone to trick, harass, degrade.

My genes are original

Both sets of twenty-three.

And I am proud of that fact

Because I get to be me.

                                                                                    Written Tuesday October 11, 2011

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