Dress Code
Express yourself so you don’t blend in.
But wait, I can’t, the teacher is teachin.
Who cares about my shorts or my skorts,
I want to wear what I want without having to go to courts.
The pink in my hair is an expression of me
So please, don’t make fit in like a lock and a key.
So what if my toes want to show, it’s hot.
I’m in school so don’t be on me like the swat.
I want to be me, so don’t fuss with my style.
Please, I don’t want to be another paper in your file.
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