Hair cut to the chin,
Curling every which way
Stripes on her shirt,
Displaying her love of multiple colors
And purple framed glasses,
Slipping from her nose
Belong to a little girl,
On a bright purple bike.
Her feet are bare
And her nail beds are filled with dirt
But that doesn't stop her.
She rides like wind
And grins really big
She reads lots of stories
And wants to be just like the heroes inside
She draws and she scrawls
In multiple colors
All not ashamed of the person she is.
And now she's grown up
Attending a high school and learning a lot
But the purple framed glasses are long gone
With her uniqueness and creativity
She's been stripped of her color and of the stripes
By a rather grey world who begs you to be just like them
Miserable and afraid to be different.
It sucks her in and soon she is trapped
As a grey, no different than the rest.
She isn't happy trying to be only grey
And she can feel this unhappiness
She's trying hard to get her assortment of colors back
To be free like a child, happy and unique
And to see all the colors in people and coating the world
Just maybe not with purple framed glasses.
