Being a punk is more then just yelling anarchy, and getting drunk or high all the time. It's not the music we listen to, the clothes we wear, the colour of out hair or even out tattoos and piercings. It's the attitude and comradry that makes us punks that we don't have any judgement, we dont give a damn what gender you are your sexual orientation. It's about having their back and knowing they have yours, go to a punk show you will see strangers helping strangers get back up, holding each other singing terribly along having a blast, protecting women from creeps and probably the age old argument of famines vs sex pistols but it's all music, music that brought all these outsiders, weirdos, rebels, anarchists, broken and unloved people together and gave them something, some sort of family and reason to keep going to know the week is hell but that punk show is gonna be the bees and you are gonna make friends and just cut wild with like minded people just having fun feeling the music run through your veins like rivers until it consumes you and those rivers hit the ocean of your heart. That's when you understand the point of punks. Not total violence, anarchy, drugs, booze and bad choices. That not all punks look like the standard rebel, dressed in leather and tattooed and pierced to no tomorrow that the secretary at your office or the bank could be the most punk chick out but can still hold a job maintain a decent life be a corporate punk. Then there's your standard delinquent punks, tattoos, piercings, coloured hair,Mohawks, painted nails, swearing, leather, boots and bandanas they are survivors, they are the ones with the tragic backstories, the unloved, the used, the abused there's a reason the dont conform to the norm of society because society has failed them, that hell most of them have contemplated suicide and attempted more then once, that having all these brothers and sisters that feel the same that know it all that get all the lies we are fed, get a job, get a house, start a family, get a mortgage, these are the ones asking why? Why should we live in an economy that can't support itself anymore, why can't we work as what we want, why can't I have the tattoos i want where i want, why stay in one town, city, country why not travel these deliquents are the most down to earth been there done that people you'll ever meet, they will have stories about almost anything and say things that will catch you off guard, and maybe offend you, but so what be offended stand for something they are just challenging the society that has failed them.
We are poets, artists, with creative talents that are deemed useless and yet we are your, chefs, your painters, your hair dressers, butchers, cake makers, we do the jobs you don't want to do because you live in your private world you never had to fight to make a name you take all of it for granted you don't want to learn how to debone a chicken you'd rather someone else do it and that's us your so called deliquents we run behind the scenes to make you look good and let you take the credit because we are on fire with passion when we do what we love and people know it they feel the fire that burns in our hearts the artist urning to get out to run rampant to cover the streets in art to ask the hard questions to make you question your morals, your way of life. You live in your fancy gated communities, but wouldn't last a day having to do our grunt work you have no drive no passion. Society calls people punks as in insult to injure and humiliate but you go to a punk show and call them punks and you will get the unholy melody of "get fucked, fuck off, fuck yeah, fuck it" because why? Because we don't care we embrace what you are scared of we do what you can't, what you desire to do we just have the gut to throw ourselves head first, into music, into scarring you because we know you wish you could be like us just care free live in the moment throw your heart to someone you love and not be coy to just grab them kiss them tell them you are theirs and just kiss them with pure passion watch them just stop just be infinite for that moment, to just do everything for that person but instead you go to fancy restraunts where you overpay for easy to make meals to show off how flash and suave you are, yet punk dates are candles on the floor hand made food music talking watching stars being alone with them having them completely grasped in how much you are willing to do how that you are all they are thinking about, they don't have much money but fuck we are creative like no one else we won't show you we have lots of money cause fuck we don't we just will show you unrivaled passion and love that we will fight anything for those we are in love with those we love. Fuck your fancy clothes and flash cars and houses we survive we create we break all of you social rules but without us you'd have no creative types in the world you don't know what true love is what it is to give everything to one person because you are too worried about what they might say. Call us drug addicts, fuck ups, unwanted, used up, burnouts, stupid, everything under the sun, but the thing is we take it in our strides and we show you up, we love the challenge of being looked down upon because we know we are better then you that we live our lives to the fullest and don't regret how we are that we do it for us for those we want to, and you would crumble if people spoke and talked about you the way you do to us but we are your deliquents we learn how to live hard, live fast punch the sky set fire to the world and watch it burn, start reveloutions raise our middle finger to authority and ask now what. We are the reason you have most of your trendy fashion, your music, your everything we are the ones pushing the limits till they break and showing everyone a new way....we are the deliquents, fuck ups, ungreatful, unwashed, unloved, unwanted, the abused, the used, the addicts, the ones you love to hate, the bad guys good girls want, the leather clad and spikey, the bad girl that breaks the rules that everyone wants, we are your fucking dreams, your nightmares you wake up screaming, we are your wants and your desires, we are the abandoned, the ones who stand up for those without a voice, who say we do give a fuck, the ones risking everything because we don't do half measures we are all in or not at all
We are the true fucking punks, and it scares you we are so okay with it that we are punks that we are who we are amd you can't scare us, with petrifies you to your core we won't bow to you we won't respect you with out any in return we do what you can't we say fuck you to injustices because we are fire, we burn like crazy, we are the pure passion, the want of the world, the need for change, the need for love, the reason you know what love is, we are.....punk!!
Submitted January 13, 2019 at 12:23PM by Torqueytundra94 http://bit.ly/2RmxsEm
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