I was a teenager.
a boy unshaven amongst
pimpled, insecure junior
high school brats.
I'd sit in the dark of my room,
hearing my father's smoker's
cough through the wall
under my Pantera.
long hair, biker boots, leather
coats and torn jeans was asking
to be excluded where I lived. oh,
I asked, begged, pleeded that
they would.
some did; most saw me as
a necessity they
compared themselves with
to assure themselves as normal.
mainstream. accepted.
*at least I'm not freak like
Holter.*
no. I built this confidence and
character alone.
that was my way to walk.
those were my teenage memories.
don't ever be afraid to get noticed.
it takes grit and
confidence; strong legs to
stand out. and stay there.
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 10:45 AM UTC
I was a teenager.
a boy unshaven amongst
pimpled, insecure junior
high school brats.
I'd sit in the dark of my room,
hearing my father's smoker's
cough through the wall
under my Pantera.
long hair, biker boots, leather
coats and torn jeans was asking
to be excluded where I lived. oh,
I asked, begged, pleeded that
they would.
some did; most saw me as
a necessity they
compared themselves with
to assure themselves as normal.
mainstream. accepted.
*at least I'm not freak like
Holter.*
no. I built this confidence and
character alone.
that was my way to walk.
those were my teenage memories.
don't ever be afraid to get noticed.
it takes grit and
confidence; strong legs to
stand out. and stay there.
