Accept Me

2/27/13 "I was made to disobey"

I wish above all things that expressing myself wasn't "against society" that instead of toning down what I think is beautiful people wouldn't get offended by who I am. I live by the belief if we were all just a bit less judgmental there would be more happiness in the world. 

   I want those pretty colors of hair I want an appropriate amount of metal in my face and I want my body to be my canvas. But I can't do that with the jobs I get. I can't do that and still look "respectable". I see that lady walking down the street in her ankle length dress. I give her props for not tripping all over that shit like I would. She on the other hand, crosses the street as soon as she sees me... I pretend she just needs to be there. 

  I like piercings. Not excessively. I don't like a million in your face. There's actually only a few basic one's I'd like. I like tattoos, But I'll only get one if it really means something to me, and I HATE the vulgar ones. 

  I want to have alternative colored hair. Is that really that offensive?

What is so offensive about me?

  I see people carrying around little dogs in their purses. Men who spend more effort on their looks then me. Women wearing barely anything and just general grungy, skanky, or stuck up styles.

   You don't see me walking around muttering "freak" or "fagg*t".

   I don't stare at you when you walk past. And I also notice when you try to avoid me. 

I'm not scary, I promise. I don't worship the devil in fact I'm Christian. I love kids and animals and sunshine. I'm just like you without all the extra comtempt. 

Whatever and whoever you are I think it's great when you flaunt it.

So why can't I flaunt who I am inside?

Accept Me. 

The way I accept everyone I see.