The girl with the dirty blond hair



That she swears to death is brown; she is sure of it

She will not dare let anyone tell her different


But despite that she is not your stereotypical blond

She has a brain

A big one, full of many answers and even more questions

But not a brain to waste on math problems or history papers



No, she is not lazy

She just believes she has more important things to learn

And better things to do and in her defense she does

She needs that time to devote to imagining her perfect world


Her mind is plagued with great ideas

And no way to execute
them

But she will find a way though; I know she will.

That is just the kind of person she is.



She is an out of the box thinker

Very creative

Imaginative to no ends

She is ultimately a dreamer



But she has to be to go along with my schemes

To put up with my antics

To be my friend




She is definitely a piece of work

Especially when it comes to

Her obsession with Bollywood films and Communism

And how she will ramble on for hours about something obscure
and irrelevant.

And focus on the most minuscule insignificant things



People stare at her in awe, admiration and confusion

And she does not care

She never minds being the center of attention

But that is probably because she does not notice


She makes me laugh

She makes me smile



When I am around her it is okay to be different, to be unique

It is okay to be me


Because she accepts me for all my peculiarities and strange
interest,

All my faults, and imperfections

Just as I accept her for all her faults

And she has many

Because at the end of the day

She is my friend,



The girl with the dirty blond hair