You there with your green hair
What is it you're trying to say?
You spike it up and comb it down
Wear it different every day.
I see you over there with your tatoos
A design on every part,
I've already talked to you several times,
You have the biggest heart.
There's that lady all dressed in black,
from her head down to her toes,
I don't know what she's rebelling against,
Maybe she just likes it, who knows?
There's that dude with the spiked high heels
and his ear lobes stretched a mile,
At first he said it didn't hurt,
and then he said it only hurt for a while.
I often wonder what you're all thinking
I guess it's because I wasn't raised that way,
You're born with the color of hair God gave you
You have nothing left to say.
I said this to the lady with the spiked yellow hair,
There was a look of anger in her eyes,
I asked her why it'd be there
and she said "You'd be surprised.
I've been through so much
In such a short, young life,
Happiness is few and far between
every day is filled with strife.
So, I figured if I could do
Something that would make me happy every day,
I'd do my hair how I wanted it
not caring what other people say."
I looked at this girl with the spiked yellow hair,
I listened to her chat with her friends,
I noticed something about her
her wisdom never ends.
She accepts everyone as they are,
or how they wanna be,
She doesn't judge anyone at all,
even plain old me.
I decided next time I go there I will shake hands
with absolutely everyone I meet,
And not just talk to the people,
but, actually become a part of the street.
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