Post by je on Jan 16, 2014 23:57:14 GMT
Male text in Purple
Female Text in Green
Unison Text in Black
Some days I wake up, and want to go back to bed,
Because of these voices just filling my head,
They try to tell me how I should live my life,
And how I’m a shame because I’d rather a husband, and not a wife
I really don’t want to have to hear it all,
Because who has the gall, to make me feel so small?
And the worst thing about it is that they aren’t me,
They’re simply the voices around that I see.
I’m getting really tired of trying to always conform
Of trying to listen to what is the norm,
Why can’t you just accept me for me,
And please, for crying out loud, leave me be.
I shouldn’t be afraid to express myself,
Because I am me, and I’m not anybody else,
But yet I’m bombarded, I’m assaulted and beat down
Made fun of, judged, critized, and find it unfair all around.
Stop trying to mould me, I am not your clay,
Because today’s the day that I start my own play,
I’m the writer, the performer, the voice and the critic,
And I refuse to take in your warrant, it’s acidic,
This is my life, and really, I have the control
Because I’m happy to be me, secured and whole
I wake up, kiss my husband, and then go to work,
And already I know I’ll have to deal with that jerk,
“You don’t belong here, in this place of business”
But really, as you are all my witness,
If I have to be the breadwinner, then screw it,
I’m not going to back down because I’ll push through it,
I do what I have to, because that’s who I am,
And sorry for breaking through your closeted little dam,
But unfortunately I have something called self-respect,
And I respect others for doing what they know is best,
So stop trying to make me out like everyone else,
Because you’re still poisoned, you can’t think for yourself,
And I’m not saying what others have chosen is wrong,
But that’s their prerogative, and I don’t need to play along.
Sometimes I wish that I could just be straight,
I’d take a pretty girl out on a date,
I’d tell her that she can be all that she is,
And represent my gender without conforming to this,
Ideal or notion that she’s just a piece of meat,
Because she doesn’t see that without her, I wouldn’t be complete,
Because I see her for who she is and not what others expect,
And from her, I don’t want any less
Than for her to show me the true her inside
Because really, how can you be close if you’re living a lie?
Why is it that being me is wrong,
We’re all different, can’t you see? It shouldn’t take all that long,
That it doesn’t matter what side that I lean,
If you can’t understand what I mean, what is seen,
Then you don’t really understand the person inside,
The person who’s sat there, bunched up and cried.
These characteristics are definitely not,
A definition, and should barely be passing thought,
Because I am not defined by my gender, orientation,
I’m not even defined by my situation.
I try not to care, but it’s hard when you stare,
And really I can see the judgements in the air,
That no one should have to be subject to,
But the truth is we all are, we’re victims of you
You can’t accept the differences you face
So you’ve tried earnestly to erase,
Everything that makes us individual and different,
When that’s what we should love the most about ourselves in print
It’s not like it’s some movie or story
But the thing is, if it were then life would be boring
Because we’d come to know what to expect
And the unexpected would just be a plot twist and then,
We’d all hope for the same ending and continue to grow
Sheltered and guided by the hands we know
I rather enjoy the fact that I improvise
Because a word to the wise, stories are all lies.
I write my own story, I determine the ending,
And I don’t necessarily need to be lending,
My ear to your words and to your judgements
Because in the end, they don’t make any sense.
I’m not just like any person out there,
So stop trying to tell me what I should wear
Or how I should look, act, or present myself
I love myself like no one else
And if you can’t love me in that very same way
Then I have no time to hear what you say,
I’m gone, I’m leaving, I’m done with you
And what’s better, you only help me to boot,
Because the more you speak, the more I know,
Myself, the world, and what it has to show
It’s made up things both unique and outrageous
And it’s not exactly a safe place for us
But we’re all different, and that’s what unites
Us in this quest to find our inner light
- Z.A.
Female Text in Green
Unison Text in Black
Some days I wake up, and want to go back to bed,
Because of these voices just filling my head,
They try to tell me how I should live my life,
And how I’m a shame because I’d rather a husband, and not a wife
I really don’t want to have to hear it all,
Because who has the gall, to make me feel so small?
And the worst thing about it is that they aren’t me,
They’re simply the voices around that I see.
I’m getting really tired of trying to always conform
Of trying to listen to what is the norm,
Why can’t you just accept me for me,
And please, for crying out loud, leave me be.
I shouldn’t be afraid to express myself,
Because I am me, and I’m not anybody else,
But yet I’m bombarded, I’m assaulted and beat down
Made fun of, judged, critized, and find it unfair all around.
Stop trying to mould me, I am not your clay,
Because today’s the day that I start my own play,
I’m the writer, the performer, the voice and the critic,
And I refuse to take in your warrant, it’s acidic,
This is my life, and really, I have the control
Because I’m happy to be me, secured and whole
I wake up, kiss my husband, and then go to work,
And already I know I’ll have to deal with that jerk,
“You don’t belong here, in this place of business”
But really, as you are all my witness,
If I have to be the breadwinner, then screw it,
I’m not going to back down because I’ll push through it,
I do what I have to, because that’s who I am,
And sorry for breaking through your closeted little dam,
But unfortunately I have something called self-respect,
And I respect others for doing what they know is best,
So stop trying to make me out like everyone else,
Because you’re still poisoned, you can’t think for yourself,
And I’m not saying what others have chosen is wrong,
But that’s their prerogative, and I don’t need to play along.
Sometimes I wish that I could just be straight,
I’d take a pretty girl out on a date,
I’d tell her that she can be all that she is,
And represent my gender without conforming to this,
Ideal or notion that she’s just a piece of meat,
Because she doesn’t see that without her, I wouldn’t be complete,
Because I see her for who she is and not what others expect,
And from her, I don’t want any less
Than for her to show me the true her inside
Because really, how can you be close if you’re living a lie?
Why is it that being me is wrong,
We’re all different, can’t you see? It shouldn’t take all that long,
That it doesn’t matter what side that I lean,
If you can’t understand what I mean, what is seen,
Then you don’t really understand the person inside,
The person who’s sat there, bunched up and cried.
These characteristics are definitely not,
A definition, and should barely be passing thought,
Because I am not defined by my gender, orientation,
I’m not even defined by my situation.
I try not to care, but it’s hard when you stare,
And really I can see the judgements in the air,
That no one should have to be subject to,
But the truth is we all are, we’re victims of you
You can’t accept the differences you face
So you’ve tried earnestly to erase,
Everything that makes us individual and different,
When that’s what we should love the most about ourselves in print
It’s not like it’s some movie or story
But the thing is, if it were then life would be boring
Because we’d come to know what to expect
And the unexpected would just be a plot twist and then,
We’d all hope for the same ending and continue to grow
Sheltered and guided by the hands we know
I rather enjoy the fact that I improvise
Because a word to the wise, stories are all lies.
I write my own story, I determine the ending,
And I don’t necessarily need to be lending,
My ear to your words and to your judgements
Because in the end, they don’t make any sense.
I’m not just like any person out there,
So stop trying to tell me what I should wear
Or how I should look, act, or present myself
I love myself like no one else
And if you can’t love me in that very same way
Then I have no time to hear what you say,
I’m gone, I’m leaving, I’m done with you
And what’s better, you only help me to boot,
Because the more you speak, the more I know,
Myself, the world, and what it has to show
It’s made up things both unique and outrageous
And it’s not exactly a safe place for us
But we’re all different, and that’s what unites
Us in this quest to find our inner light
- Z.A.