Your Names Do Not Affect Me

Everyday is a war A battle to live Because when I go to school they create a new stab wound Dyke, Scarface, geek, pimple face I’ve been called them all You look at my forehead and see the scar that stretches across it Instead of looking at the story of how I got it The car accident in ’99, when I lost my mom Our car flipped over and I almost died Instead I’m alive and was forced to watch my dad cry Dyke this Dyke that! Why would you get that hair cut you ask me? I’m not a boy I’m a girl, I have to be a certain way You assume I’m gay because I look this way So can I assume by how you dress that you’re a spoiled brat? You call me a geek because I watch too much TV Or read a book with too many words But really I just seek comfort in the characters The ones that are heroes and sidekicks, who wipe my tears The one’s that I shed because of what you said. Pimple face is your favorite because it’s the one thing I can control. I can make my zits go away with a little soap But you wouldn't know how hard that can be With your flawless beauty that’s only skin deep. I can make these zits go away, but you’ll always be mean. I hoped you learn something today That I will move on with my life, graduate and leave But you’ll be stuck with all the guilt you caused And I’ll be in college getting my degree While you’ll be down the street, wishing you were different.