A Freak With Pink Hair

It is not a good day, I concluded at last

It slugged by too slow when it should have gone fast

I sit by myself, as I usually do,

For I have very few friends, few old and none new

An older boy spots me, and starts coming my way

Great, I think to myself. What a wonderful day!

The teasing starts in, and I think, “It’s not fair!”

But the boy continues to laugh at the freak with pink hair

I sit there and take it, as I usually do

For this is quite common, it’s nothing too new

When this smug boy is finished, he at last walks away

Just what I needed to brighten my day!

When he is gone, I sit all alone

Tears sting my eyes as I reach for my phone

I scroll through the names, but decided that no one will care

Since when do people worry about the freak with pink hair?

Then a girl just my age walks to me and stops

She walks to my side, and right there she then drops

Something about her makes me stop and think

She sat down next to me because her hair is also pink!

“That boy used to bug me,” She says with a smile

I know where she’s going, and hope she will stay for a while

“It used to bother me, but I realized back then,

That it’s not me who should be ashamed, it should be him”

“You see,” The girl keeps going on,

“It’s people like him who are doing the wrong.

People like us, who aren’t afraid to stand out,

Are those who are noticed, and will do great things without doubt.”

“So don’t let that stupid guy treat you unfair.

“Me and my friends think you have beautiful hair.”

And with that, the girl left, as I sat there in shock

And it was that day I made a promise to not walk

A “freak” just like me, she stood up today

So instead of accepting bullying, I learned a new way

Me and that girl, there is a special bond that we share

Because she stood up, I did the same for a girl with green hair

Thanks to:

1. Short Stories 101 
2. We Heart It