Leaving Behind the Endless Fields of Corn and Soybeans

Red Hair

Red hair

It's like a symbol

Growing up

Wanting to rebel

But not really

It can be classified as a natural hair color

Or an unnatural hair color

It all depends on the tones

And the dye job

You get red hair

When you want to stand out

But not too much

Sometimes you want to rebel

And be different

To change your life entirely

But you Can't

You're stuck in a place

That doesn't allow for rebellious teenagers

And change in style

You have to stay the way you are

So you dye your hair red

And hope that it's enough

To satisfy the want to be different

In a town of staying the same