Go away, go away, go away.
Don’t ask me what’s wrong
why my face looks “funny”

or why I look bored.
Don’t brush my hair back,
nor touch my cheek.

Don’t question my tone
or say I walk “odd”.
Do not notice my make-up

and ask me why I wear it
or say “what’s wrong?”
when I choose not to.

Don’t tell me my clothes are “clingy”
or call me when I’m late
to see if I went to Wal-mart…

Just go away, go away, go away.

What a day for dancing

when crazy winds cut

your clothes, burns

your nose, steals

your breath.

What a day for dancing.