the pain 

I hide it well but it’s ever present 

they hurt me so much 

they don’t represent it 

it’s hard to bear when they all look at me

my name is there’s 

my face is there’s 

my blood is there’s 

but I’m not there’s 

I’m not welcome because of who i am

even though I’m them 

more them than they even are 

my last name represents them but I’m not a part 

I’m a lost piece of the puzzle

I’m misrepresented but my representation is who I am

the ones before me were roll models 

but all they see is a bitch on full throttle 

I’m misrepresented in every way 

never welcome even they say 

no one cares to see who I am 

on the inside 

not what I’m presenting 

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