The Red One
There was a girl who was red,
Always wanting to go to bed,
Something always hurt in her head,
So she wanted to be dead.
Her favorite food was bread,
But was still stuck in bed,
So she always called the friend,
That was stuck in her head.
She thought it was starting to spread,
The friend that was inside of her head.
She thought there were more tied up in a thread,
So one day, there was something she said…
Talking to her own head,
She figured instead to be dead,
To just stay red,
Just like the friend in her head.
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This poem teaches you to not be afraid of your own color because your color is apart of us all.