Born green

Being born green doesn't automatically make you mean. 
Strange, maybe-different for sure. 
But remember she didn't ask to be born that way. 
She just wanted to be a normal little witch with the ability to run and play.
But her difference-her special gift caused them to send her away. 
To hide her and try to make her "normal".
Never seeing how gifted she was the rest of the shiny pretty people mocked her and called her names 
Just a green girl, not a beast.
So rejection became her friend. 
He asked her to join him in a place darker than the shiny people like to live.
So she went that path not really by choice but by the need of survival.  
If I was arguing her case before a jury.
 I would point my finger squarely at society and the Glenda's of the world.  
A group of people so mean they torture and laugh at a sad green girl. 
Making her choice to stray a choice of avoiding being the joke every day. 
Yeah, I know it all sounds sad. But for me, I would gladly hold her green hand. 
Walk side by side in a world of rejection.
  I'm ok with that because with a small amount of introspection.
I realize I'm green on the inside. 
So together I'll stand as a protest against those who believe if your not beautiful or wear the perfect cloth that you're a freak with no where to belong. 
But in my mind, we the strange are the lyrics of life's beautiful songs