Rebel

Rebel His hair was orange His classmates didn’t understand. They talked about him behind his back Why would a boy dye his hair? The next insult-- He pierced his ears Why was the big, smart jock doing these things? They couldn’t see the bigger world They hadn’t been exposed to much Kept in their small-town, small-minded state He did not follow; he wasn't a sheep He even possessed the magic to pull his straight-laced sister The goody-goody to small, rebellious acts A piercing AND a TATTOO You see he was a REBEL-- He was fire in a darkened room And the world-- The world was better for having him IN it Even for the brief time That he graced these shores BUT-- His light shines on in all those-- Those whose fortune it was To know him