The Girl with the Boy Hair

by Charlize Celebre

There is this girl who hates herself

It’s mostly because of her gender

Her hair is like rapunzels

But her face isn’t really pure beauty

She wants to be like Michael Jackson

Dancing in the red jacket singing out loud

But she won’t go far with that little attitude of hers

One day she had enough

She shaved her head

Then soon her eyebrows

At first I didn’t recognize her

But when that toothy grin brightened her face

I knew that was my unique neighbor

She never regretted doing that to herself

We don’t hang out anymore

But thats ok . . .

I don’t hang out with boys anyway!