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
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