The Girl in The Purple Coat

 

 

Her head lies low full of doubt,

Her lips pulled into a small pout.

Her confidence is low,

Her life is one big blow.

 

She listens to music to escape,

And let the world dissolve into one shape.

Into a world full of trust,

One where she can have lust.

 

It envelopes her,

And blocks the gossipy murr.

It strangles the strikes,

And has protective spikes. 

 

They all think she’s ugly,

And very fugly

They don’t approach,

She might as well be a roach. 

 

Underneath the purple coat is beauty,

Pure simple and not snooty.

She never reveals it though,

Even if she belongs in a fashion show.

 

She wears the purple coat every day,

Even if underneath is a sunny ray. 

She takes their words collected,

And seems she isn’t affected.

 

Until one day she has enough, 

Her coat isn’t that tough.

She rips it off, 

And people gasp and cough.

 

Because the girl in the purple coat,

Belonged on a parade float.

She was as gentle as a flower,

And her face wasn’t sour. 

 

She was amazing to them,

Her clothes bright and not dim. 

But she quickly put it back on,

Her cover long gone.

 

The next day the coat wasn't to be seen,

She didn't need its protective screen. 

The weight of it was lifted,

As her peer's views shifted.