When I sneak out of the house,

When I steal a moment

To run around in the park

To see the person I love;

When I swear in public,

Walk around wearing

A lousy outfit with cheap tags

And unmatched but comfortable shoes,

Loosely combed hair

And a hot, dripping sandwich;

No one cares or looks at me.

When I kiss a man

And post his pictures,

When I do not attend a party

Or return an important call,

No one gets offended.

I can be who I am.

I can say what I want.

I can wear what feels good.

I am a nobody and that’s my freedom.