Dedicated to Jessi who inspired the main person.
Freak. Lesbian. Weirdo. They where common names for her. She learned to accept them and live with them. She was immune to people turning there heads as she walked into a room. She was used to words being hidden behind loose hands. But. there was one she could never understand. Touched.
Weren't you touched at birth by an angel? Why did people say she was touched like it was a terrible bane to her? She turned as she entered the class room. She grimaced as she got familiar looks. People sneering at her heavy eye make up. People pointing and jeering at her purple tie-dye shirt and black silk mini skirt that always flared just right when she spun around in circles.
But what got her most of there looks where her large sweeping plastic black wings. She had worn them to school every day since. well since forever just about.
Whenever it rained she would go spin circles on the trashy basket ball court. Not caring that her makeup was smearing like crazy. She would spin around and singing songs about far away places and fairies. People would grab bits of there lunches, pieces of trash and bits of PB&J sandwiches, and chuck them at her but she was totally unaffected.
That is every one but Red. She sat and watched angel girl, that is what she called her, spin and sing without a word.
Now as her angel girl walks into class she listens to her fellows speak. She hears many names for her. Freak. Lesbian. Weirdo. She wonders about these names. She wonders why people call her angel things like that. Soon as Angel girl takes a set she hears one name for her she had not heard before.
Touched.
How could people say this with a sneer and laugh at her angel? She knew you called someone touched when at birth you are touched by an angel. So the people where right. The beautiful angel who sat in a silk black mini skirt that flared just right when she spun and sang in the rain, in the purple tie-dye shirt and way to much makeup. But most of all her angel girl who sat wearing the black plastic wings.
Maybe just maybe next time she spun and sang in the rain headless of trash and rocks thrown at her she would not be spinning and singing alone.
And maybe the next day at school she would not be the only one with a black silk mini skirt that flared just right and a tie-dye purple shirt. But most of all she would not be the only touched one with black plastic wings.
Freak. Lesbian. Weirdo. They where common names for her. She learned to accept them and live with them. She was immune to people turning there heads as she walked into a room. She was used to words being hidden behind loose hands. But. there was one she could never understand. Touched.
Weren't you touched at birth by an angel? Why did people say she was touched like it was a terrible bane to her? She turned as she entered the class room. She grimaced as she got familiar looks. People sneering at her heavy eye make up. People pointing and jeering at her purple tie-dye shirt and black silk mini skirt that always flared just right when she spun around in circles.
But what got her most of there looks where her large sweeping plastic black wings. She had worn them to school every day since. well since forever just about.
Whenever it rained she would go spin circles on the trashy basket ball court. Not caring that her makeup was smearing like crazy. She would spin around and singing songs about far away places and fairies. People would grab bits of there lunches, pieces of trash and bits of PB&J sandwiches, and chuck them at her but she was totally unaffected.
That is every one but Red. She sat and watched angel girl, that is what she called her, spin and sing without a word.
Now as her angel girl walks into class she listens to her fellows speak. She hears many names for her. Freak. Lesbian. Weirdo. She wonders about these names. She wonders why people call her angel things like that. Soon as Angel girl takes a set she hears one name for her she had not heard before.
Touched.
How could people say this with a sneer and laugh at her angel? She knew you called someone touched when at birth you are touched by an angel. So the people where right. The beautiful angel who sat in a silk black mini skirt that flared just right when she spun and sang in the rain, in the purple tie-dye shirt and way to much makeup. But most of all her angel girl who sat wearing the black plastic wings.
Maybe just maybe next time she spun and sang in the rain headless of trash and rocks thrown at her she would not be spinning and singing alone.
And maybe the next day at school she would not be the only one with a black silk mini skirt that flared just right and a tie-dye purple shirt. But most of all she would not be the only touched one with black plastic wings.