Crazy Hair

Ashley Lepre

There once was a child, not sure of his name.

Well he tried to fit it, but just wasn’t the same.

He tried haircuts, and clothing and fads of all types,

But he always stood out like a spot among stripes.

His clothing was crazy with mismatching matches,

His trousers were covered in Burberry patches!

His glasses were crooked and bent to one side…

If I said he was normal then surly I lied.

His socks never matched and his shirts were tucked in.

He was awkwardly freckled all over his skin.

And better then that (saying stranger is better),

What made him stand out like a stain in a sweater…

On top of his head, I don’t mean to be mean,

was the wackiest hair that you ever have seen!

Every hour, of every day,

It stood up on end and in every which way.

This kid wasn’t blind to the strangeness he bared,

But since nothing was said, he thought nobody cared.

For a while this child felt perfectly fine,

To shine and stand out line a swerve in a line.

He had no concerns and he never had feared,

Until one day when he look particularly weird.

He walked in the room is his usually way,

But everything changed on that critical day.

A child stood up, and he pointed and said,

“Would’ya look at the hair that’s on top of his head?!”

The class, in one moment erupted in laugher,

And many more insults cam following after.

“whats wrong with his glasses!”… “Just look at his shirt!”

“It looks like his pants have been rolled in the dirt!:”

Well he covered his head, and his face became red,

And he wished he was tucked away safe in his bed.

He realized with sorrow that different was strange,

And decided right then, he was going to change.

He sprinted on home, and he ran the whole way,

And he thought to himself, “What a horrible day!”

He opened the door, slammed it shut with a boom!

He ran straight passed his mother and into his room.

He threw off his glasses and threw out his cloths.

He was going to change from his head to his toes.

There was something quite mellow and strange in the air,

when he stepped to the mirror to style his hair.

And each day since the day that this change cam about,

He made sure he looked normal and wouldn’t stand out.

And now he’s invisible, part of the crowd,

never too quiet but never too loud.

He went with the styles and followed the motion,

careful and fearful of any commotion.

He’d got what he wanted, his dreams had come true,

But deep down inside he felt lonely and blue.

And even his class mates, way down in their core,

Secretly thought he was better before.

His color was fading and soon would be gone,

And this regular child kept flowing along.

Then one day before schools, I’m not positive when,

this child went through a few changes again.

Perhaps he was lazy, perhaps it was more,

But this child grew weary of being a bore.

As he stood by the sink and looked into the mirror.

He looked at the gel and felt suddenly clearer.

He reached out his hand, but then drew it away,

and said, “Maybe I’ll just wear it down for today.”

And that was the start of a brand new beginning,

with glorious gladness and wonderful winning!

He changed himself back to the way that he was,

But a little bit different and that is because…

He cherished his fortune, his family and health,

And know knew the value of being himself.

So value yourself, and embrace who you are,

Never sell yourself short and your sure to go far.

So there once was a child, not sure of his name,

and he cherished the fact that he wasn’t the same.