Making Assumptions
I get so much as a glare,
For no reason but a choice of expression,
The way I wear my hair.
They take a guess
That highlights mean trouble, blonde means stupid,
I don't need this stress.
Will you feel better?
If instead of torn jeans, leather, band tees,
I stuck with Eagle sweaters?
I do my work.
The girls in the cheer wear don't.
Why do they get extra perks?
What I wear and how I dress,
Should never, ever be the way you
Grade me, judge me, or assess.
I'm just me,
Listen for a moment. Watch.
And you'll see.
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