just b/c i dont outwardly care about designer name brands...
just b/c i seem like a tomboy and i take the pranks that little boys pull...
just b/c i say ok guys, let's play~
only to let myself get mauled over, beat up, ego ripped and torn to shreds...
i get pushed down..
only to get back up, dust myself off, and start walking again.
you may judge me, you may criticize me, you may say whatever you want
it may even be good

but why me? i dont get it...

i just think like an ice skater~ dont understand what immediate self-realization is...walking in your vulerabilities with your head held up high your heart beating loud and proud~
take a step on the ice, and let's see how strong you feel
as you feel every single pound...as you feel every single hair out of symmetry
everything, anything out of line
and SLAM
ass out on the ice.
cold, hard, bruised, 6am.
gotta love it...if you are going to last 5 hours a day... 10 falls an hour....sometimes over and over
on the same pulsing bruise..
on the same gaping open wounds on your already torn ankles.
what are your rights?
should you not complain?
should you suck up the pain?
do you want that jump...
that spin...
that feeling
do you want it
or do you want to give up?
would you rather voice your rights?
or would you rather exercise your body and thrive on the exhilaration
is life a series of trials, battles against one another... win lose or draw
pretty, prettier, and prettiest? doll and gazed upon object

or is life a sport
are ideas playgrounds
do you have a voice?
or are you going to let someone else tell you how to live your life, tell other people who you are, let others criticize you, subjugate yourself...

or are you going to do what you love
love who you love
regardless