Picture perfect blondie, Your little plastic Barbie you'll still look down in dismay To judge, and criticize me
Find a mold to shove her in Do it, say it, I dare We can start with dumb American And then we'll go from there
The sweet girl, nice and calm She'll always say "you're right" So when you drill her she'll just nod and resist your stupid fight The silly foreigner abroad That "guiri, gringa, blanca" box The rubia "no es de aquí" Speak slower when you talk
Que puta, perra, guarra, whore So easy to take home! Flirting with everyone in the bar Is she so sad and so alone? Pick another box or category Let's see just where she fits Spin the wheel, round it goes In which rigid box she sits Simple "woman" you can call her! A likely, tight, and easy niche She complains she's on her period, That's why she's such a bitch Isn't she paired up or married yet? Single with no kids or pets I'd bet she hits up all those apps Depressed, a drag, no prospects
The perfect, bendy, Yoga Queen No drugs, or drink or smoke Pray to all the hindu gods Or on that incense she might choke Next The Fittest little Sports Star Compete just like a machine Scars and tears all for success Forever living the "dream"
Let's pick another little spot To shove her in today I've got a million fun ideas And derogatory names to say Certified vegan/ vegetarían Animals rights protestor Wears her hemp and bakes her bread Let the dirt there fester Put me in your fucking box Which one is your favourite? Mean boss, lover, child-bearer She'll surely play up every bit
Which sterotype will she be today? A feminist, a slut, your wife? Which type of person would be okay? Trump-lover, a liberal for life? She'll be your hang-ten Cali girl She'll be the all-inspired artist She'll be Stepford wife material A mathmetician, the best, the smartest
A message must be sent today: Goodbye to all the boxes!
Tired of the labels , of judgements so hard and raw Got tired of staring in the mirror and hating what she saw Tired of pretending to be happy when she was dark, sad and weak Tired of other people's betrayal, indifference and deceit Tired of being called the privelaged white girl who couldn't ever fall Being told not to complain because she had everything- she had it all Tired of being told on daily basis that her opinions "just don't matter" That she's too old, not even talented and only getting fatter Tired of chasing people down so that they discover the real "she" Saying "I'm good, I'm worth it," that they "just need to wait and see" She has lived out her contradictions and felt heavy with guilt Because her life wasn't perfect, her internal construct was shoddily built Her spirituality was within her but her thoughts still blurred and dark Beating herself up because she wasn't hitting that perfect mark Her journey is for her and that's what got her out Free from comparisons, from sterotypes and oceans of self doubt Now she'll refuse to be your victim because she is something more profound Broke out of that cage of sterotypes, became more solid and more sound She chooses to be who she wants to be, a person imperfect but free She won't fit into your categories because it isn't her cup of tea She gets to be all the contradictions, a little chaotic and little wild Unique with complications, just like her inner child Open-minded and radical; direct, loud, and totally crazy But full of love and giving, a heart of empathy So, Allow her to sit with all her quirks, up in the mountains far from the sea "I'll let you just be you, " she says, "if you let me just be me."
