Me

What does it matter?
What I wear?
What I share?
What I dare
to do?
It doesn't concern you.

Why do you care about how I speak?
How I articulate my exotic speech
So I don't talk in class
I just don't want to be an ass
Like you.

I don't look at boys butts
Don't talk about how they drive you nuts.
How you don't ever want to be a klutz
whenever they are around
Your afraid they'll put you down

So you put someone else down me,
on the spot
You talk about the way I dress, speak, eat

But guess what?
That big crush of yours?
He smokes pot.