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I am a Woman
I
shave my legs,
I sit down to pee.
And I can justify any
shopping spree.
Don't go to a barber,
but
a beauty salon.
Can get a massage
without a hard-on.
I can balance the checkbook,
can pump my own gas.
Can talk to my friends
about the size of my ass.
My beauty's a masterpiece,
and yes, it takes long.
And
at least I can admit
When I am wrong.
I don't drive in circles
at any cost.
And I don't have a problem
admitting I'm lost.
I never forget
an important date.
You just gotta deal with it.
I'm usually late.
I don't watch movies
with lots of gore.
Don't need instant replay
to remember the score.
I won't
lose my hair.
I don't get jock itch.
And just 'cause I'm assertive,
Don't call me a bitch.
Don't say to
your friends,
Oh yeah, I can get her.
In your dreams, my dear,
I can do better!
Flowers are okay,
But
jewelry's best.
Would you look at my face,
Not at my chest!
I don't have a problem
with expressing my
feelings.
I know when you're lying,
You look at the ceiling.
Don't call me a girl,
A babe or a chick.
I am a WOMAN,
Get it, you prick?!
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Myself
I have to live with myself, and so
I want to be fit for myself to know
I want to be able as days go by
Always
to look myself straight in the eyes;
I dont want to stand, with the setting sun,
And hate myself for the things I
have done.
I dont want to keep on a closet shelf
A lot of secrets about myself,
And fool myself, as I come and
go,
Into thinking that nobody else will know
The kind of person I really am;
I dont want to dress myself up in
sham.
I want to go out with my head erect,
I want to deserve all peoples respect;
And here in the struggle for
fame and wealth,
I want to be able to like myself.
I dont want to look at myself and know
That I am a bluffer,
an empty show.
I can never hide myself from me:
I see what others never see,
I know what others may never know;
I never can fool myself, and so,
Whatever happens, I want to be
Self-respecting and guilt-free.
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I think this is a kick ass poem that a lot
of teenagers can relate to, I know I can relate myself to parts of it.
Its Tough To Be A Teenager
Its tough to be a teenager, no one really knows
What the pressure is like
in school, this is how it goes.
I wake up every morning, and stare into this face
I wanna be good lookin, but
I feel like a disgrace.
My friends the seem to like me, if I follow through with their dare,
But when I try to
be myself, they never seem to care
My mom, well she keeps saying, I gotta make the grade
While both my parents
love me, it slowly seems to fade
It seems like everyone I know is trying to be so cool
And every time I try, I
end up just a fool
Ive thought about taking drugs, I really dont want to you know
But I just dont fit in, and
its really startin to show
Maybe if I could make the team, Ill stand out in the crowd
If they could see how hard
I try, I know they would be proud
You see Im still a virgin, my friends they cant find out
Cause if they really
knew the truth, I know theyd laugh and shout
Sometimes I really get low; I want to cash it in
My problems really
arent so bad, if I think of how lifes been
Sometimes Im really lost, and wonder what to do
I wonder where to do,
who can I talk to
Its tough to be a teenager; sometimes lifes not fair
I wish I had somewhere to go, and someone
to care
Tony Overman
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