Black Sheep

     It seems like I am a walking object for stereotypes. With my long black hair, pierced lip, and dark clothes, I’m pretty much a red flag for parents. Every day people stop and stare at my three-inch platform boots and torn skirts with scornful eyes. My lack of normalcy pushes people to associate me with negative activities. It feels awful to be looked down on based on appearance; I’m sure many others can relate. Adults have hinted that this is all a “phase” and I should consider changing. Teachers practically expect failure from me the moment I enter their room. I am determined to change this idea. All people deserve to be loved and taken seriously for who they are - from the inside out.

Yes, I love black. Yes, I listen to heavy metal music. So what. This doesn’t mean that I spend my time smoking the purity out of my lungs and breaking the law. It doesn’t mean I am an angst-filled teen swimming in a deep depression. And it most definitely does not mean I hate people who aren’t like me. I don’t care whether your hair is black or bleached blond - every person has the right to be who they are. Diversity is what makes this world so beautiful! It kills me to think that someone would fear or dislike me because of the black polish on my nails.

I am a person just like everyone else and I deserve a chance. I’m tired of people, especially adults, looking at me like I’m living in a teenage wasteland. So, the next time you see someone out of the ordinary, give them a chance. They could be your next best friend.