Ain the child you wished I'd be..

Don't play with the big boys, they are rough people son, you might get injured.Don't talk to anyone in class, the teacher wouldn like you.Oh no, you ain getting on the Top Gun son,it looks too dangerous for a Uk funfair ride..what if the machine stalls and you fall off?Why do you keep talking to the girls under your block?No son, you may not play with the boys downstairs, they will be bad influence for sure. Oh no son, you may not go for that camp, it states in the indemnity form that the school will not be responsible if you get injured.Why do you cut your hair that way?Why is your hair wet? Why do you use that gel?Why are you wearing black? Why is your jeans so baggy? blah..blah..blah..

I like playing with the big boys. I dont like the playground and the little kids there fighting for the swing.Why must the teacher like me?I like the risks and the thrills of a dangerous ride.I like talking to girls, I wasnt born with a hormonal imbalance.I like the boys downstairs, they have tattoos, the boys my age dont.So what if the school wont be responsible for my injuries, if I die crossing the road, are you responsible?Why in the world do you bother about my hairstyle, what I wear or how I wear it...do you ever see me commenting on the colour of your sari or recommend that you switch to dresses instead?Not like I was smoking or trippin on alcohol binges...N so what if I smoke or drink now?N so what of if I have tattoos of my own now?Have I ever listened to you or to anyone else for that matter?

I dont like rules,enough said.. not yours, not those of the schools I study in.I ain ever gonna conform.. n dont feel bad about it..therez nothing you can do..you have been dutiful, good and careful..my heart goes out to you mum, I aint the child you wished I'd be..