‘NGL’ BABE, YOU LOOK KINDA LAME

‘NGL’ babe, you look kinda lame, 
I don’t think you’re supposed to dress this way 
One thing goes here, that thing goes there
Be like me, if you wanna look ’cute’, dear!

(I feel freer in my weird outfits
I don’t dress up to be called a ’chick’
Fuck, I’m glorious in being insane
And not being called ’kinda lame’)

Come honey, let’s teach you to be pretty 
What’s the use of being witty, if you aren’t pretty!
Let me just change a thing or two
I’ll fix you up- as good as new!

(I’d rather you teach me how to wear joy
 But you’d rather make me a doll, to make me a toy)
Okay,
I’d rather be ’kinda lame’, than be ’fuckin’ same’

p.s. Okay so i wrote this in April, when, for some reason, it was really irrelevant, but i recently recalled this poem when it somehow turned relevant. well we know, no one makes fun of my baby bangs...🙂

i was weirded out by the fact that i wrote ’ngl’ though...

also, i found a super cute unicorn outfit for me online, and i was tempted by that to post this poem… yes, i’m getting that unicorn outfit🙃