what she thinks–sometimes

Go away, go away, go away,

Don’t ask me what’s wrong

Why my face looks “funny”

Let me be.

 

Don’t question why I look bored.

Don’t comment that I look hot.

Don’t touch my hair, or my face.

Leave me alone.

 

Don’t note the tone in my voice

Or tell me that I walk “odd”

Don’t notice that I have on make-up

Or that I don’t.

 

Don’t ask me why I wear it

Or what’s wrong when I choose not to

Don’t tell me to change my top

Or my pants

 

Don’t call me

When I’m fifteen minutes late

To see if I went stopped

For gas…

 

Just go away,

go away,

go away.

 

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