"They talk about us you know." I look at her
smoking her cigarette
She's so beautiful
"They think we're the freaks."
She puts it out in the wet earth

It's a beautiful day
And it's fresh from dew
Ten in the morning
And we're skipping school

"Our culture of freedom scares them.
Our love or everyone and everything eludes them"
She lays back, and my pulse quickens
I can see most of her thigh
She does this on purpose
She told me so

"So they're jealous?"
She nods
"They're stuck in mediocrity while we're flying above them.
We accept, we love. They don't. They fight."
She sighs and looks at me.
"But I guess thats admirable. They have spirit too,
they just use it in a different way."

"I like ours"
She smiles
And gives me one of her kisses
She owns me
But I don't care