Stereotypes; We're All the Same
One boy:
All dressed in back
Had his make-up on
Was ready for school
Black hair
Covering one eye
Converse shoes
And gauged ears
Everyday
The same thing happens
Called names
Because he was different
One girl:
Pink was her fav. Color
Wore short skirts
And high heels
Had tanned skin
Blonde hair
And blue eyes
With low cut shirts
They say
She’s a slut
Too easy
For her own good
He was a jock
Played every sport he could
Wore his jacket
Everywhere he went
Worked real hard
To earn some money
Needed a tutor
To keep his grades up
They all
Say he’s stupid
Slept around
Been with all the cheerleaders
She was a nerd
As smart as can be
Loved school
But had poor eyesight
Clothes so out of date
Geeky she looked
No one knew
What she wanted secretly
They made fun of her
She wanted to be one of them
But she didn’t fit in
Anywhere at school
There he was
The band geek
You know
Marching along
The uniforms are dorky
He doesn’t care
His love for music
Is larger than life
They make fun
Pick on him
Saying he doesn’t
He won’t fit in
Every play
She was in
No matter what kind
She loved it all
Theatre is her life
Acting as someone else
She found
Nothing wrong with it
People picked
Said she was a dork
Drama club loser
That’s what she was
The basement
Is where he was
Painting and drawing
All day long
Art was his thing
It never judged
Anyone could do it
But he was good
Friends would joke
Call him an art slut
But others said
He would amount to nothing
She dressed in black
From head to toe
Dark make-up she wore
Chains and spikes
She loved the night
Full moons
Even blood
And magic too
She was called a freak
Gothic as well
Just because
She wasn’t the same
No one seems to understand
It doesn’t matter how you dress
We all are made of the same thing
We laugh and feel and breath
Each person picked on
Another close to death
Remember suicide next time
I’m sure that kid will too
The meaner you are
The worse it gets
So I’m telling you to stop
Stereotypes? Life’s too short
All dressed in back
Had his make-up on
Was ready for school
Black hair
Covering one eye
Converse shoes
And gauged ears
Everyday
The same thing happens
Called names
Because he was different
One girl:
Pink was her fav. Color
Wore short skirts
And high heels
Had tanned skin
Blonde hair
And blue eyes
With low cut shirts
They say
She’s a slut
Too easy
For her own good
He was a jock
Played every sport he could
Wore his jacket
Everywhere he went
Worked real hard
To earn some money
Needed a tutor
To keep his grades up
They all
Say he’s stupid
Slept around
Been with all the cheerleaders
She was a nerd
As smart as can be
Loved school
But had poor eyesight
Clothes so out of date
Geeky she looked
No one knew
What she wanted secretly
They made fun of her
She wanted to be one of them
But she didn’t fit in
Anywhere at school
There he was
The band geek
You know
Marching along
The uniforms are dorky
He doesn’t care
His love for music
Is larger than life
They make fun
Pick on him
Saying he doesn’t
He won’t fit in
Every play
She was in
No matter what kind
She loved it all
Theatre is her life
Acting as someone else
She found
Nothing wrong with it
People picked
Said she was a dork
Drama club loser
That’s what she was
The basement
Is where he was
Painting and drawing
All day long
Art was his thing
It never judged
Anyone could do it
But he was good
Friends would joke
Call him an art slut
But others said
He would amount to nothing
She dressed in black
From head to toe
Dark make-up she wore
Chains and spikes
She loved the night
Full moons
Even blood
And magic too
She was called a freak
Gothic as well
Just because
She wasn’t the same
No one seems to understand
It doesn’t matter how you dress
We all are made of the same thing
We laugh and feel and breath
Each person picked on
Another close to death
Remember suicide next time
I’m sure that kid will too
The meaner you are
The worse it gets
So I’m telling you to stop
Stereotypes? Life’s too short