“THE BOY WITH GREEN HAIR”

As my wife and I stood in line at my grandsons school waiting for it to let out I noticed this young boy with green hair, he was standing with his back against the wall with his head down, tears falling freely as they escape the thoughts from which they were conceived. Feeling somewhat concerned I turned to the young boy, who I would say was about thirteen and I offered myself to him, verbally.

Me:

“Excuse me, I couldn’t help but notice the color of your hair, it looks good on you, why the change?

Young boy: (now smiling)

“Thank you, I just felt like it, that’s all. All the other kids stare at me, but I just wanted to do something different, there is nothing wrong with that, is it?

Me:

“No, those kids are just jealous of you.”

Young boy:

“Jealous of me?”

Me:

“Yep, all those kids over there, those are your classmates right?”

Young boy:

Yeah”

Me:

“Look at them, they are scared to be different, everyone is the same. They stand alike, they dress alike, they walk alike, and they talk alike, no one is original, they are scared to be themselves because they think that no one will like them for who they truly are, like you.”

Young boy:

“Like me?”

Me:

“Like you.”

“You are altogether beautiful, my darling; there is no flaw in you.”

Song of Songs 4:7

The boy with green hair…..

DAME

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