Labels
You don't know me or the life I lead.
But you make up these name's to call me.
My hair dyed pink and my jeans tight;
You look at me with discontent and hateful spite.
I don't wear American Eagle or those Ugg boots,
but that doesn't give you the right to give me dirty looks.
My body's tattooed and my music taste is weird
You can have your opinion on me:but I'll make this clear...
I am me, labels can't describe the way I live.
Labels can't tell my story,or what I can give.
People are simple and must label to understand;
and this is a message to end this plan.
Emo, Prep, Punk, Jock, Scene: this are just words.
People are living things and you can't label the world.
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