I'm a tomboy,
but a girl, too.
And just because
I don't show my feelings
don't mean I don't have them,
cuz I do.
I have those feelings,
just like you.
Only I'm better at hiding
them than you.
Sure,
I enjoy working on cars,
lifting tires,
playing guitars.
I can't stand doing my hair,
painting my nails,
drives me crazy, I swear.
But I'm not much different than you;
I have feelings and problems I go through.
I may be tough and have some muscles,
some knowledge in cars,
but I also have troubles.
So please don't treat me too rough,
because I like the feeling of love.

What is the point
being kind to those who are kind to us?
What is the point
being mean to those who are mean to us?
What is the point
hating those who hate us?
What is the point
loving those who love us?
For those who hurt us are those
who need our kindness the most.

If there ever comes a day
when we can't be together,
keep me in your heart
and I'll stay there forever.

I think our hair
tells a lot about who we are.
Like my hair,
which is curly, crazy, and wild.
Or my mom's hair,
which is short and puffy.
Or my friends' hair,
which is straight and thin.
Or my teachers' hair,
which is perfect and in order.
Or my brothers' hair,
which is just all over the place.