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02.09.10

Call me crazy but I'm embarassed of the way you present me. You make me seem like this perfect little pretty person.

We both know this is such a lie. I'm a horror. A downright horror. I have a growl instead of a voice and I'd rather knock someone's teeth in than settle things rationally. I do as I please, so stay the fuck out of my way. That's how I am.

I dress to express, but the only expression I seem to know is "Fuck off". People call me a bitch and I laugh and point out that it's inked down my back. I know what I am thanks. And I'm proud.

I dress like a local prostitute but meaner. All the guys look, but they know they can't fucking touch me. I don't fight like a girl, I fight like a dog.

The girls around me call me a slut. I'll adopt it just like Kathleen Hanna does. These words that are supposed to hurt me do nothing but show me how empowered I am. I'm stronger than them. I'm too liberated for this day and age.