Pink hair with a single strand of
purple to be different
one eye green, other blue
must have gotten confused
when putting in contacts.
She’s an artist of sorts
writes poetry
while waiting for her nails to dry
thinks about a boy
might give him a try.
Living in this town has made her
leary of strangers
streets have become filled with
players looking for a lioness to tame
such is the game.
She’s a tickler
loves to hear laughter
gives her heart sincerely
seeks out beauty of nature
voices her concerns clearly
as life is created daily.
Ignited 
burn baby burn