There is a blue haired boy on the bus;
everyday he gets off at the stop for the high school,
plays it cool,
head phones in,
ignoring his peers,
who are ignoring him.
He is tall and lanky,
with a sweet face,
that matches his awkward stride,
and irregular pace.
On his backpack,
is a pride patch,
announcing to the world he is gay,
just in case his crazy hair didn’t give it away.
The teenagers congregate and chat,
but he stands an island alone.
I hope you have a good day blue haired boy,
see you on the ride home.
