The days of getting spit on

Have not yet passed me by

The only change is the perpetrators

It used to be angry boys

Who hated me for my long hair

And the fact that I used to knit outside

Yelling ‘Fag!’ as I walked alone

Now it’s girls who used to love me

Who know everything about me

And call me an ‘asshole’ through gritted teeth

I’m not going to say they’re wrong

I’m not going to argue anymore

My voice has become hoarse with denials

That I can never prove or disprove

Your mouth used to be so much friendlier

When we would kiss hard against the fence

And I would whisper ‘I love you’

So that only you and the fireflies could hear

But I didn’t have to say the things I did

I didn’t have to do the things I did

But I do have to suffer for this

I do have to be punished or I won’t learn

How to properly treat a woman’s heart

Or how to hold someone’s hand