The Joke

You may not like my hair

Or the clothes that I wear

The way that I walk 

Or how I talk

But that’s who I am 

The one that you choose not to see

But you don’t deserve to see the real me

So the jokes on you

I may not do as you say

Or follow the rules that you lay

I am not going to meet your expectations 

Or even be part of your posse 

Be at your beck and call

Do what you want me to do

Cause that’s what I don’t want to

But in the end, the jokes on you 

You may label me

And call me names

Laugh behind my back

Make faces when I don’t look

Make me a subject of your wicked games

But you don’t get to crack jokes on me

Without trying to get to know me

But for every joke you try to crack

The jokes on you 

You may be critical about the way I am

Have something to say 

About everything that I do

But you don’t get to criticise me

If you don’t try to know me

For everything you have to say

The jokes on you

You choose to see 

Only what you want to see

You may see the smile

But never see the pain beneath 

Cause the vulnerable me

Is what you will never see

If you haven’t experienced my pain

Gone to the places I’ve been 

Or tried to walk in my shoes

You’ll know me, and for that

The jokes on you

You may use your words

Like a dagger

Slashing at me, 

leaving me all cut and bleeding

Never caring about the hurt you cause 

But no matter what you may try to do

The jokes on you

You may try to stick a label on me

Cause you don’t get me

Cause i don’t fit in the world you create 

Judge me, box me

Try to recruit me 

To be part of your communities 

Try to take away freedom

Clip away my wings

Cause though my body may break

My spirit shall always be free

And for that you shall never own me

Hence the jokes on you 

No matter you may try to do

The jokes on you