Poster Girl

Even if I’m not
A society poster girl
I won’t live my life
Behind a locked door

I call her my girlfriend
You call her a dyke
Why does it matter to you
Who the hell I like?

As I step out
Each day the same
Facing the risk
Of being called a name

With each passing day
I begin to see
You’ll never stop trying
To make me who
You want me to be

I live my life
How I want it to be
I want to live my life
Just being me.