Why do you say that as if it’s a
bad thing?
Because I don’t
behave the way you say I should?
Because I wear my
combat boots along with my
underwire bra?
Because I don’t believe that you should have the power to whatever,
Whoever you choose, while I stand
demurely with
downcast eyes.
Because I don’t want to grow up to be my
mother
Or even my father.
Because
I don’t want to grow up at all.
Because I wear my
attitude as easily as my
eyeliner
Because I’d rather be my own bitch
Than your
whore.
Oh, did you mean it as an insult?
Honey, that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.
If you dislike what I’m doing enough to use that word,
To
spit it at me with a glare,
Infuse it with such
bile and hate.
Well, then.
I’ve gotta be doing something right.