The Girl With Purple Hair

The Girl with Purple Hair It was a tiresome Tuesday, With nothing to keep my boredom at bay, When I saw her sitting right next to me. Aloof and carefree, Beautiful and gorgeous, With her distinctive flair, Was this girl with purple hair. Enjoying the scenery, Sweet and dreamy, Proud of her personality, Her individuality. She wondered why she never fit in, She was never low on serotonin, She always seemed to be different. Her journey to self-love was long, Full of hurdles big and small. She learnt to love herself, Her scars and her struggles. Young in limbs, In judgement old, Brave and bold, Was this girl with purple hair. -Sejal Kamath