Feb 2016
Who was the first one to say
“**** it”?
To put his ******* up in the air
and scream “**** THE SYSTEM”
at the top of his lungs?
To chop off her hair and wear pants,
while whispering
“**** gender roles”
as she washed her newly chopped hair
and didn’t shave her legs.
Who was the first to stand up to the man
and fall on his knees before him
as he was shot down for saying
“go **** yourself”
because that was what
he firmly believed in.
Who were the revolutionaries that
inspired the revolutionaries we know of today?
And who will be the new rebels that blare
“**** the police”
as they drive down their drug torn streets,
hoping that today wasn’t going to be their last.
Who were the first people to go
“**** it, I’m out” and
jump off the ledge,
tie the noose,
or point a pistol to their head?
Who were the trailblazers?
The ones who keyed the terms
“**** it” and “*******”
“**** this” or “**** that”
Who was the first woman that
made a man look at her and say
“****.”
And how do you manage
to have that effect on me?
Who are you to make me say
“**** it” and
drive 3 hours to see you
when I have school the next morning?
Who are you to make me say
“**** the system” as I
try to convince you to skip class
to come and see me for a couple days?
Who are you to say
“**** gender rolls”
and make guy’s jeans realize
that they never would’ve looked as good
on guys as they do on you.
Who are you to say
“go **** yourself”
when they told you that
you couldn’t be you
even though you know who you are.
Who are you to say
“**** the police”
while you race 90 miles per hour
down the interstate
and put your lips to a joint
as you put them to mine?
Who are you to say
“**** it, I’m out”
and leave me with my
heart in hand and
a bottle of Bacardi in the other?
Who are you to
stand out and say
“**** it” and “*******”
“**** this” or “**** that”
How can you lie in front of me
and lie in front of me
saying that you don’t give a ****
when I can’t help but whisper ****
under my breath every time I see you
Yet you still don’t understand
that you’re the one ******* up
my heart and ******* up
my thoughts while ******* me
and I won’t say **** this
because I’m too ****** up
to just say **** it.
“**** it”?
To put his ******* up in the air
and scream “**** THE SYSTEM”
at the top of his lungs?
To chop off her hair and wear pants,
while whispering
“**** gender roles”
as she washed her newly chopped hair
and didn’t shave her legs.
Who was the first to stand up to the man
and fall on his knees before him
as he was shot down for saying
“go **** yourself”
because that was what
he firmly believed in.
Who were the revolutionaries that
inspired the revolutionaries we know of today?
And who will be the new rebels that blare
“**** the police”
as they drive down their drug torn streets,
hoping that today wasn’t going to be their last.
Who were the first people to go
“**** it, I’m out” and
jump off the ledge,
tie the noose,
or point a pistol to their head?
Who were the trailblazers?
The ones who keyed the terms
“**** it” and “*******”
“**** this” or “**** that”
Who was the first woman that
made a man look at her and say
“****.”
And how do you manage
to have that effect on me?
Who are you to make me say
“**** it” and
drive 3 hours to see you
when I have school the next morning?
Who are you to make me say
“**** the system” as I
try to convince you to skip class
to come and see me for a couple days?
Who are you to say
“**** gender rolls”
and make guy’s jeans realize
that they never would’ve looked as good
on guys as they do on you.
Who are you to say
“go **** yourself”
when they told you that
you couldn’t be you
even though you know who you are.
Who are you to say
“**** the police”
while you race 90 miles per hour
down the interstate
and put your lips to a joint
as you put them to mine?
Who are you to say
“**** it, I’m out”
and leave me with my
heart in hand and
a bottle of Bacardi in the other?
Who are you to
stand out and say
“**** it” and “*******”
“**** this” or “**** that”
How can you lie in front of me
and lie in front of me
saying that you don’t give a ****
when I can’t help but whisper ****
under my breath every time I see you
Yet you still don’t understand
that you’re the one ******* up
my heart and ******* up
my thoughts while ******* me
and I won’t say **** this
because I’m too ****** up
to just say **** it.
