Blue leading to Blues

By Andrew R. Duckworth

She strutted in that blue,
Lips pursed and nose in the air,
And that blue, no one had it.
It was hers and only hers.
Occasionally, she’d get questions,
“Where did you ever find that blue?”
Her eye brows would raise high
As her eyes closed,
Her chin pointed towards the sky
And she would tell them
That she was offended
That they noticed it.
And at the end of the day, she would
Still ask why no one liked her.