the dividing line

the dividing line: divide love's defining moment? not i. the love of another has saved my sordid little soul, time and again. the dividing line: divides my life, divides my love. (no more.) judgement hides in the corner of his cell, waiting for his time, waiting for my smile. the silver on my nails, reflecting false hearts. choker hugs my neck, stifling the breath of betrayal. fake rubies dangle from my writst: my $2 soul. judge me by my clothes. judge me by my dyed hair. judge me by my sex. judge me bi my sexuality. but don't judge me by my mind. don't judge me by my heart. don't judge me by my ideals. don't judge me by my priciples. don't judge my lifestyle. (you don't know what the scene is about) be as superficial as your honesty and your humanity."i just want more than one membership to more than one club, cause i owe my life to the people that i love" i have a lot of people to thank for saving my life from myself (thank you erin and paul...). this is basically me telling society to fuck off for the creation of genre's and categories, and stereotypes. i love people from all sides of the track, not just the "wrong" one. and i hate people who think i'm ammoral cause i wear the occasional "punk" gear, or go to a show, or check out the occasional chick after i see a guy i like. jesus, what is wrong with throwing away categories, including sex, race, genre's, and class? rantings of a mad idealist... Written February 22nd, 2002 © on Feb 22 2002 10:00 AM PST   18 • 0 • 10