Rika Fushino

You see me walkin' down the hall, maybe my skirt's a little too short, maybe my blazer’s hanging off one shoulder like I couldn’t care less. Guess what? I don’t care. People try to judge. They see the way my nails are done, my hair all bleached and curled, and they think they know me. Like, really know me. Nah, they just see what they want to see. They slap a label on me like they’re labeling a product on a shelf.