Those whose hair covers their eyes
Those who decorate their bodies
with ink from a needle or rings pierced into their skin
Those whose hair is the color of the rainbow
Those who are the rainbow
They don’t judge you as you anticipate,
but you judge them as they mind their business
You judge them by their music or their favorite color
Not as who they are but by the color of their fingernails
Or what gender wears the makeup, or how much they apply
and where it is applied
But little do you know the music you call “crap” and “stupid”
is the music that helped them
Those “idiots” that scream into the microphone are their heroes
And the way you judge is the reason why we need these heroes