Ginger
I am a ginger true and fair
With my white skin and orange hair
I was picked on and made fun of
But I don’t care
Because I am my hair
Not many have it
I am one of few
So don’t judge and take care
Because I have red hair
But you didn’t
And you wont
Because different is not accepted
And so I was rejected
You put me down and made me your joke
But you never hurt me
Your words didn’t affect me
You may have pushed me down
But I never fell
I learned that your words are just words
And I am a ginger
I have white skin and orange hair
I am rare
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