The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould

You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top

I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter

Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?

I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones

I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread

Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished

I’m watching a woman in a bikini In great shape with a swollen bell… Play with her puppy named Gatsby A Hispanic family comes The little girl dips her feet in

Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling

Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés

Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times