What Ginger’s Need

I am pretty terrible at writing poetry. Here is what I wrote about for my writing class. I mean no offense to people with red hair, I love all Ginger’s. 

All Ginger’s need love

Their skin is as white as a dove

All Ginger’s need care

Their fiery hair, making it hard not to stare

Is it the same down there?

I’ve always wondered

About the land down under

All Ginger’s need kinship

Because it’s hard for them to find friendship

 People say they have no soul

But to me they are angel’s

Their hair like forest fire

I can’t help my desire

People yell “Fire crotch!”

I’ll yell “Light me up!”

All Ginger’s need love

Even if I’m the only one willing to give it