I don’t pretend to know a thing about you

You don’t know me either, of course

You look down and hunch your shoulders

Walking down the halls like you’ve lived afraid

I’m not sure why they call you stuck up

Throw out harsh names for uncategorizable women

Spread rumors like butter over your life

Because you will not speak to contradict them

They tell people you do it for the boys

A mystery much more edible than openness

They know your name from class lists

They say it first and last, like one word

You only get the nickname when you fit

I wonder why you choose not to

Why you don’t stand up and scream

“None of this is true!”

Why you insist on your wrongness

Can’t you see it’s not your weapon?

It’s your red flag in an arena of bulls

So put it down, and uncover the mirrors

That show you and I are the same