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It's not your decision

Poetry By: Howlingwolf214

This was written because of the remarks I get about my hair and general appearance.

You won't understand the references to open windows, it comes from the fact that people often unwind the windows of their cars and shout at me.

Submitted:Jan 25, 2009    Reads: 96    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   

So what, I live how I want,
It's my hair,
I'll do what I want,
So, please,
Be quiet.

I choose, Not you,
I don't live by the rules,
Your ignorance creates,
I live how I want,
My own way.

So, open your windows,
Shout at me.
Shout at me.
It makes no difference,
You aren't going to change my ways.

I'm never going to take scissors to it,
Let the hair fall,
Cascading down,
My beliefs,
It'll stay long.

I find it kind of odd,
In all the harshness of the world,
You find it so important,
Looking perfect, looking right,
I find it much better, not just to care.

The world's problems are enough,
You need to take it out,
On someone else,
The one who is not who you see in the mirror,
That different one other there.

Well, I have a message for you,
One from my lips,
My heart,
Here it is:

Shut up.
Button up.
Zip it.

I live my life how I want,
Don't you see?
These rules are my own,
So close your windows,
Your mouth, your views.

I'm not about to change just because it's normal to be the same.


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