When I laid eyes on you
I knew you were the one
The cheap feel of your fabric
And odd odor did not matter
To me
For you, dear friend,
Were my favorite color and pattern
I did not wear you like
All the other girls would have
I tied you around my head
With the tail on the side
You were to be worn
On the days I felt brave
I wanted to stand out
But at the same time I wanted all
The other girls to want to look
Like me, I wanted to start a trend
You, reminder of middle school quirkiness,
Are the cause of the creation
Of the best nickname I have ever been given
My friends could not decide if I looked
More like a hippie or a ninja, and I was also
What the kids called back in those days,
‘Funsized’, thus fuhinja was born
I have kept you, my trusty confidence builder,
All these years to remind me where I came from
The girl who would wear you proudly
Is still inside me
