I Am What I Am.

Far away in the valley of Callor Ma Lou,
Dwelt the little Belleeches, a most interesting crew.
On the most Beautiful Beach bathed the Belleeches of Red,
They wore a sock on one fin and had stars on their heads.

Much upsore by the forst live Belleeches of Green,
they thought they were best, for their fur's elegant sheen.
Only Belleeches who looked most pristine and precise,
could dwell at the treeline for not even a price.

Then of course in the water swam belleeches of blue.
They enjoyed being wet and everyone knew.
For they had not a hair on their aqua tanned hides,
and more often than not their heads tilt to one side.

Then last of their kind were the beleeches of Brown.
Known only to all by their snarls and frowns.
They had no resemblance in color or view,
But they hated belleeches, themselves included...it's true.

Each and every belleech belonged to a crew,
Each and every belleech had a similar view.
They thought they were one and the only right sect,
save one little belleech, a red one called Bect.

One day as he lay in the sun with this friend,
he stood up and did grimace as his skin wrinkled and bent.
Bect tapped his best friend who let loose with a gasp.
"Don't you know that I'm sunburned?" he complained with a rasp.

"Well that's just my point," Bect sheepishly said,
"We hate the fact that we're sun burnt and red.
why don't we go rest in the shade for a bit,
or go to the shore and in the water just sit?"

His friend chuckled a bit before laughing out loud.
"You want to go sit with the greens? They're so proud.
Feel free to go try but disappointment is sure;
Besides, look at them, I just know they're impure."

Ignoring his friend, Bect went up to the trees,
and sat in the shade, enjoying the breeze.
It wasn't too long till a small green belleech
Sat down with poor Bect and gave him a leaf.

Bect looked quite confused as he accepted the gift,
"It will help with the burn, and by the way, my name's shift."
"Oh thank you, I'm Bect. You must love it up here,
in the shade fo the trees theres no sun that you fear."

"But the sun would be nice on occasion I think,
it would get rid of this green stuff, besides it does stink."
"But why do you use it if you hat it so much?"
"It keeps my fur shiny, its pretty cool stuff."

They sat and they talked about both of their homes,
while adults in both places shook their heads and did moan.
They were playing in water, something both knew was wrong.
But within the hour they met a blue on named Tom.

The days passed them by and they did all the things,
that were best for them all they were healthy and clean.
They swam in the ocean that made them most fit,
and they took care of their hair with some help from small shift.

It wasn't too long before Bect's former best friend,
still red from the sun, and at the day's end,
approaced little Bect with a grimace in place,
and said look at you friend, you're no longer our race.

Bect looked down at himself for the very first time,
and saw that his skin had turned gold and did shine.
He looked very much like his friends Tommy and shift,
and it seemed in the groups they had caused quite a rift.

Bect looked at his friend and sank just a little inside.
He remembered the way, he remembered their pride.
He thought for a bit of how he could say it,
then he stood up real straight, and tried to convey it.

"There's things I believe and there's things that I do,
I don't care if we're different, I still care about you.
The things that I do and the things that I say,
They make me quite hapapy, they make me this way.

I'm sorry I'm different, I don't follow the crowd,
But I am what I am, and of that I am proud."
Then he left his friend there, feeling colder than ice,
and for him, the cool shade, now sounded quite nice.

Well, maybe I should explain a little. I created four groups of people that I see. First are the belleeches of red: The belleeches of red are the people that I see that are doing stupid things. Things that they hate and things that everyone else hates but they do it just because it is who they are and it identifies them as someone.
Belleeches of Green: Pretty obvious. They are the people that have to look good for other people. There is the one exception, Shift, because there are some people who just like to look good because it feels nice. But at the same time there are people who dress up because it identifies them with a group.
Belleeches of Blue: Okay, I confess, I put a group of swimmers in there. How could I not? They of course don't have hair and they tilt their head to one side...swimmers ear/ear infection. Not a pleasant experience but we do it because we love it.
Belleeches of Brown: There are some people who are just flat out mean and angry people, and if you notice, nobody want to be anywhere close to them. That is why they never befriended a Belleech of Brown because they were only known by their snarls and frowns. I pity the person that has to be miserable to fit into a certain group.