Act of Kindness

Just take a look at me,

My hair is too long and tangled.

These pants are nixed

And stained with grass.

All I want is to play ball

But they say I cannot.

They pick their teams

And leave me standing there.

A Girl cannot play they say.

I refuse to cry,

Because I am not weak.

Then he sits down beside me.

His pants looked too good

For the dirt on the sidelines,

But I thought it rude to comment.

For a second he just sits there

Watching me, watch them.

“They’re pretty lame,” he says.

I smile slightly

Not knowing what to say.

He punches my arm

In a playful way.

A small act of kindness

Instilled the strength I desired

To stand out in a world

That Insist of Conformity