The girls march in unison as if a military
But a girl walks against the current
Just one
The straight blond locks of the clones bounce on fair shoulders as if scoffing
For this single girl has hair like midnight
Curls as unruly as the rebellion
And instead of skin snow white
It’s a shade deep olive
Her unusual look retrieves sneering glances like daggers
But she just grins
For confidence surrounds her like a cloud
And she continues to march against the crowd