[enter the punk]
Walking outside,
My nails in black,
My hair a mess,
And oh so sad.
They stare,
They gaze,
They glare,
And they haze.

[enter the bohemian]
Walking outside,
My hair combed neat,
My headband on,
And Me Smoking my ****.
They stare,
They gaze,
They glare,
And they judge me without compare.

[enter the muslim]
Walking outside,
My face concealed,
My body hidden,
And me heading to Mosque.
They stare,
They gaze,
They glare,
And they spit on my prayers.

[enter the free-thinker]
Walking outside,
My heart on my sleeve,
My opinion my own,
And my choices my own.
They stare,
I don't care.
The gaze,
I don't give them the time of day.
The glare,
I don't acknowledge that they are there.