They Called Me Punk Poem by Roberta James Mitchell

they say i´m a punk,
they said it out loud,
and when all people turned
and looked at me,
they all agreed.
i got ugly shoes,
dirty socks and bad hair,
they say i don´t care
about anything but myself,
they say i can´t handle consequences,
and that i´m inmature,
they say i´m a rebel,
a loser with a label.

i don´t talk a lot,
they might not be wrong,
but i hate it when they say it,
they tag me like a dog.
they keep saying it,
and it makes me belive it.

they say i´m a punk
and they don´t like the idea,
i should be a princess,
i should always be happy,
walk like a model and smile,
get a boyfriend,
friends, a life.
don´t have ideas,
do what they tell you,
prepare to be wife,
go to parties and pretend to have fun,
rush to a car,
drive 1000 mph,
crash to a tree and die
do everything the way we want you to be.

they say i´m a punk
´coz i´m not like them,
i wanna be different,
i don´t want to obey,
i don´t want to do
everything they say,
so if that´s what i have to be
to stay far of your way of being,
then, yes, i´m a punk,
even if you don´t like it.