STAMP. OUT. PREJUDICE. HATRED. INTOLERANCE. EVERYWHERE.

You’re a big, hard bastards
aren’t you?

Picking on a little girl

preying on a little girl

kicking and stomping
a little girl
’cause she looks nothing
like you.

What is it that makes you feel
so insecure
so threatened
and so
fucking
desperate?

The braided hair?
Piercings?
Black and red clothing?
Or the fact that she
has a smile
and proud of who she is?

Standing around drinking
lager and cider
doesn’t make you big
men

hurling names like “MOSHER”
“FREAK”
“WEIRDO”
doesn’t make you big
men.

It’d be easy to ridicule
you
for looking like CHAVS

with your Stone Island
and Adidas poppers
looking nothing
like
me.

But then I’d be just like you
– narrow minded and ignorant –
picking on little boys

preying on little boys

when I’m nothing like you

… when I’m nothing
like you.