Cat calls and whistle. br The only thing I hear br As I walk down the street. br br Girls telling me he only likes me, br Because of the size of my chest. br And my pretty face. br br They say it just to be mean, br But there words cut deep. br Deeper then the cuts on my wrists. br br People are amazed when I talk. br Because they see my face, br And cant believe I’m smart. br br There stereotypes hurt. br They hurt more then the bruises br That I inflict upon myself. br br We live in a world where pretty girls br Can never be smart br And men abuse with eyes and words. br br I feel I stand alone, br In my fight for equality br And alone I fall. br br I have admitted my defeat. br And I live a life of idiotic stupidity. br Only for the enjoyment of many.