they say i´m a punk, <br />they said it out loud, <br />and when all people turned <br />and looked at me, <br />they all agreed. <br />i got ugly shoes, <br />dirty socks and bad hair, <br />they say i don´t care <br />about anything but myself, <br />they say i can´t handle consequences, <br />and that i´m inmature, <br />they say i´m a rebel, <br />a loser with a label. <br /> <br />i don´t talk a lot, <br />they might not be wrong, <br />but i hate it when they say it, <br />they tag me like a dog. <br />they keep saying it, <br />and it makes me belive it. <br /> <br />they say i´m a punk <br />and they don´t like the idea, <br />i should be a princess, <br />i should always be happy, <br />walk like a model and smile, <br />get a boyfriend, <br />friends, a life. <br />don´t have ideas, <br />do what they tell you, <br />prepare to be wife, <br />go to parties and pretend to have fun, <br />rush to a car, <br />drive 1000 mph, <br />crash to a tree and die <br />do everything the way we want you to be. <br /> <br />they say i´m a punk <br />´coz i´m not like them, <br />i wanna be different, <br />i don´t want to obey, <br />i don´t want to do <br />everything they say, <br />so if that´s what i have to be <br />to stay far of your way of being, <br />then, yes, i´m a punk, <br />even if you don´t like it.<br /><br />Roberta James Mitchell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/they-called-me-punk/
