God Made Him That Way
"Here comes trouble" some people said,
just because his hair was red..
He saw he was different with his bright,
red mane but knew on the inside he was
likely the same..
Most days he just stood there and smiled
as they chanted "you redheaded step child".
At times he was wounded by their troubling taunts,
their teasing echoed in his head, like ghosts, they'd haunt..
Labeled a "fire cracker", he rarely exploded. He took it
all in and eventually imploded.
This poor little boy longed for some one to say,
"He has red hair cause God made him that way."
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