One day in English Language Arts class, we had to write a poem about a food or weather pattern we enjoyed. I, of course, chose to write about a rainbow. The day my class recited our poems, I was dressed as a rainbow from head to toe. Rainbow shirt, rainbow skirt, rainbow sandals, rainbow barette. When it was my turn to read, I read my poem with deep emotion and feeling. Everyone seemed to cheer the loudest for me, as poetry came naturally, and that was something I didn’t hide. However, during recess, one boy who was known for getting in trouble with his crude and rowdy behavior came up to me.
“Hey, you’re the weird girl who’s obsessed with rainbows,”
he sneered.
“I’m not weird, I’m unique,” I said flately.
“She likes to be different. There’s nothing wrong with that,” my friend McKenna defended. “Well, just so you know, I think rainbows are really stupid, especially the way you talk about them. FYI , rainbows are a symbol for GAY and GAY people are stupid cuz they like people that are they’re gender.”