Stereotype

Permanent marker instead of chipped black nail polish
Pink streaks in a bleach blonde hair
Camo bikini on an abandoned dock
That's where you saw her for the first time

Pretty little dark angel with a joint to her lips
Smiling at the irony of nothing
Laughing at the insanity of everything
Crying over starving kids in Africa

And then she looked up and spoke to the sun and she said:
"Fuck the stereotype because from where I stand
We all have layers that you can't command
And sometimes I'm dark and sometimes I'm light
Sometimes I black, but sometimes I'm white
And just when you think you've figured me out
And turn a shade of grey and come out."
Large gold hoops in her ears
And that huge cross on her back
Jewels in her tongue and nose and cheek
And that's when you saw her die

Pretty little dark angel with a blade to her wrists
Smiling at the irony of everything
Laughing at the insanity of nothing
Crying over a broken home

And then she looked up and spoke to the sun and she said:
"Fuck the stereotype because from where I stand
I guess I just fucked up and did
Just what a girl with black hair and tattoos would
And took this blade and slits my wrists.
Oh, well. Fuck you."