You taunt and you tease,
You judge me with ease.
I'm stereotyped and placed,
All judged on my face.
The color and ink on my skin,
Slowly drawing you in.
You don't know me, you don't know my life.
You and your assumptions are causing me strife.
It's my choice to stick a piece of metal in my flesh,
I like it, I'm not going to second guess.
This is my life,
My tale to be told.
And I'm gonna tell the way it is until
I grow grey and old.