Stereotypes
I'm tired of being your stereotype
Of loud and ghetto
Stay away from that girl
You know what she's like
She's not "my type"
The clothes I wear do not display who I am
I wear the clothes I can afford
The hair I wear does not display who I am
I'm doing the best I can
The way I talk does not display who I am
I am struckened by stutters
So much to say that when I finally get the chance
I open my mouth
And nothing comes out
So much to say but I don't know how to say it
I'm not a beauty queen
I don't have a winning smile
I don't melt hearts
I'm not a first impression
When will anyone see
I am the nicest
Funniest
Most caring, thoughtful, smart, brilliant, exciting, heart-beating
Human being
I don't blame you for not wanting to be around me
But I blame you for looking up to society
For putting a label on everything
So you can feel more comfortable and in control
But has it ever dawn on you that
I am not your stereotype?