I could care less about what’s cool-
I care about what’s right.
I don’t need the approval
Of those creatures of the spite,
Who stick their noses in the air,
I’d rather play outside,
Befriending the lesser-known,
But genuine misfits.
I don’t need to put my pearls before swine-
I’d rather drink from the vine
Of divine rainwater.
It’s not about being above,
And it’s definitely not about sinking below-
I can keep my head up,
Knowing that I am a lady,
I speak only to the wise and the gallant.
You have nothing to offer that I’ve never seen before,
And I guarantee that it’s nothing that I want.
I’m finished taking the high road of silence,
And drowning under your hubris.
My spirit awaits what was rightfully mine to begin with-
Your streetwalking pony-trick
Is growing wearisome.
So get lost, groupee!
I don’t need your brand of evolution,
To start up this revolution.