I've been called an ordinary girl

my color runs deep

With sandy brown hair

and rose colored cheeks

Sometimes I lack ambition

and self esteem

I've been called an ordinary girl

with ordinary dreams

Only I can't seem to figure out

what "ordinary" means

because my ordinary eyes

have never seen ordinary things

I stride with indifference

in the clothes that I wear

I see only orignality

in the coarse roots of my hair

I'm authentically colored

my skin like sweet cinnamon swirls

Ordinary must mean beautiful

if i am an ordinary girl

I dream of ordinary colors

Red, yellow, green, brown and blue

and i wear the colors in my hair

depenent on my mood

My eyes become the colors I dream of

I blink a different shade

like an ordinary portrait

painted on my face

And when I feel sadness

my eyes shall pour with rain

Then turn into ordinary rainbows

of color and pain

My ordinary love

is powerful and strong

like my heart's

beating and rhythmic song

So, whatever ordinary is

this is dedcated to those beautiful girls

for your individuality spreads color

In this ordinary world.