Red
I am a redhead, proud to be.
Although no one in my family has red hair like me,
I flaunt it by styling it in fancy ways
My red hair has drawn attention all of my days.
Although I’ve not always loved my red hair
It is something I have learned to more than bear.
Since the first days of my short, little, red bob,
It’s something admirers have wanted to rob.
Then growing up, “ginger” is what I was named,
Nonetheless my red hair made me almost-famed.
Now having grown to love my red locks,
Maybe it will cause all the boys to flock.
I love my red hair it is something I cherish,
It will be with me forever until I perish.
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