I was beaten up every day
For holding my hands like a girl
I was punched in the school hallway
For carrying my books like a girl
And if I ran they'd chase me, trip me, laughing
Cause I ran like a girl
I was beaten up every day
For getting good grades like a girl
I was kicked down the steel staircase
For speaking in class like a girl
To cover up the bruises
I'd put make-up on my face like a girl
And no one did anything
And no one said anything
And every morning I'd put on my fresh-pressed clothes
I'd make my lunch and I Would walk to school knowing
I'd be beaten up every day
For holding my hand like a girl
I'd be kicked down the steel staircase
For speaking in class like a girl
My father never knew
he'd be ashamed he'd say
I fight like a girl.
Scott Free 2008
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