The girl with green spiky hair
She is unusual because she has studs
in her lip and green spiky hair
Around her neck is a leather dog collar,
she bought with such care.
Her ripped black jeans have metal chains
attached to her thighs
Her many tattoos are of crosses and faces,
many of which cry
Her black lined eyes glare at anyone
who dares to stop and stare
She knows her looks are challenging,
but she says she doesn’t care
This is me, she tells her parents
who find her hard to understand
Do you really want a daughter
who is conventional and bland?
Inside she knows that it doesn’t matter
how she looks or what she wears
Because people can’t help themselves but look
at a young girl in a wheelchair
So rather than hide away and try to avoid
the side glimpses and direct stares
She takes the world by her fist saying
bring it on folks now if you dare.
in her lip and green spiky hair
Around her neck is a leather dog collar,
she bought with such care.
Her ripped black jeans have metal chains
attached to her thighs
Her many tattoos are of crosses and faces,
many of which cry
Her black lined eyes glare at anyone
who dares to stop and stare
She knows her looks are challenging,
but she says she doesn’t care
This is me, she tells her parents
who find her hard to understand
Do you really want a daughter
who is conventional and bland?
Inside she knows that it doesn’t matter
how she looks or what she wears
Because people can’t help themselves but look
at a young girl in a wheelchair
So rather than hide away and try to avoid
the side glimpses and direct stares
She takes the world by her fist saying
bring it on folks now if you dare.
Pat Watson
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