They called her Little, but Little was big. Little was tall, with stooped shoulders and an odd, loping gait. Mostly, though, Little was lonely.
She was like a dandelion in a field of perfectly cut grass—bright and beautiful to some, but ugly and unwanted to others.
People hide in the darkness of the day They see it happen but they stay away But today is the day that I speak up and say something Being brave, not afraid Taking a chance and stepping out Being heard not reticent Standing up and speaking out Never hiding in the shadow Seeing the world smiling in