Her Pretty Red Clothes

She walked down the road,

In her pretty red clothes,

Ignoring the ones around.

But the crowd closed in

Saying, “You don’t fit in!”

And then the girl was down.

She went back home,

Telling Mom she felt alone,

’Cause people don’t like her looks.

Then Mom whispered in her ear,

Something that filled her with cheer,

And she walked to the bathroom door.

She saw in the mirror,

It couldn’t be clearer,

The pretty girl who walked outside that day.

She walked down the road,

In her pretty red clothes,

With a smile wide and proud.

She said to the others, “I looked in the mirror, and myself I’ve started to adore!”

“I shouldn’t listen to what you say. I am something more!”

The others were confused, why hadn’t she changed?

She came out again and still looked the same!

The girl spoke one last time,

“You must be blind, I think I look divine!”

And she walked down the road some more.