bricks and stones

Call me a racist

Because I have a religious symbol for a tattoo

Call me cruel

Because I will not bring the stray home

Call me stubborn

Because I do not want to look at things your way

Call me any name

Because it is not going to matter

As I am, what I am              

And my reasons are my own

My heart has bled

My back has bent

My eyes have dried out

So dear friendly advisor

Owner of saccharine tongue

Time for you to go

Because I am, what I am

And my reasons are my own