"FREAKS"
I hear it yelled behind my back for the hundreth time
we just let it pass.
what makes me a freak?
I want to know.
is it my piercings, my dark black hair, or my clothes?
is it my will to speak my mind?
is it my long black skirts or my big red boots?
what makes me a freak?
please tell me.
I wonder if a freak is all you see
Because I'm not a freak, I am me.
Edited by: Donna Chen
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