America's reject

Not fitting into societies standards nor desiring to do so. This was a quick write so don't judge

I am her
The one they detest
I am that girl
The one they reject
I don't fit in the dress that wasn't made for me
Wasn't in my size, stretching the seams
The flower they planted sprouted out as a weed
I am her
The one they call a pest
I am that girl
The one they reject
Walk a mile in shoes, my loose laces are my enemy
Lose my balance but I'll never be on my knees
Plead, beg, I won't do
I won't be controlled by you
I am her, I'm that girl
I'd rather swallow dirt than give into your unjust world

Author's Note

I don't know, just tell me what you think about the subject. Did I execute this well or was it hard to see the subject of rebellion?

Reviews

[Pete]

she won't go along to get along. she's a rebel and doesn't fit the mold. good for her. liked the part about eating dirt.

[Charlie]

Thanks a bunch (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)