I am that girl your mom has always warned you about.

I AM THAT GIRL YOUR MOM HAS ALWAYS WARNED YOU ABOUT.

Who’s not within your beliefs or any for that matter
Dresses up as if she’s ready to have a tea party with the mad hatter
She whom you heard would kiss and try anything, biting off more than she can chew
“Why would I ever want her to sleepover, travel, or go anywhere near you?”
She and her tarot and star mambo jumbos would put you in hell
But it was not my fault; your daughter wanted to know if he’s ever going to ring her cell
And the minute he does, fast forward to her heartbreak & frustration
Probably the start of every adolescent’s inevitable nicotine addiction

“SHE SMOKES, why are you friends with her?”

Well, mainly tante, because venting to me about rebelling from you folks 

Have encouraged her to secretly inhale, and 

– without me -

 pathetically fail.

Well, my cigs are there for free; 

it was either this or you paying for her therapy

Oh and she wanted me to teach her how to drink too, 

either this or her death’s all on you.

I am the boogie woman with a Mary Poppins bag, 

A lot of love, also a lot of heartbreaks

But always there after every time you start to nag, 

With the right ice cream flavor, & a repellent for snakes.

Boy problem survival kits 

Or whenever tired of being under your armpits

 –- I’m at your service you see. 

Well… most moms wouldn’t really want to look at me anyway.
I remembered the only time I’ve met my ex’s mom, I was in shorts.
We were 13; he was teaching me how to play the guitar on a bright sunny day
But their skin was way brighter… than mine; so I was dismissed with a snort.

At least he was the only one who ever dated me when the rest didn’t.
You see, again and again and again, it seems that I’m always against a religion.
And if not that, there’s always another reason.
Not just star signs & timelines, & how it wasn't the right season.
But Race, for I am never according to your collection of porcelain.
Another box I’m too fat to fit in.

Size that was always another thing. 

Lies when people claim that their minds are opening.

I am that girl your mom has always warned you about. 

Who knows how it feels to be free since I got pushed out of my trees too soon
She, though, still wants to keep you around, fix you, till it's six in the afternoon.

Too liberal.
"Probably the parents are too busy to see how their child has run feral."
But tante, they’re actually the best for actually giving me my... life.
Without expectations on me being their obedient pet or later an obedient wife.
Only for me to run; your sons’ interest in me is like wanting their own gun
Too illegal to be something he’d actually want to commit or admit
Hidden then ignored, an alter ego when bored.
Trash since I’ll die as scattered ash.
I’m the devil in her nightmares,
How I’m a self-proclaimed feminist scares,
And because of this – till now not many dares…

Can you simply point me which way do I go if I wish to be in a world that's finally fair...