I've been told that I should like poetry and flowers,
Pretty dresses and makeup are what I should adorn,
Even if it takes me a few hours,
This is what I've been told,
Since the day that I was born.

There's no need for me to think,
When I should just concentrate on being pretty,
And of course, there's no color prettier than pink,
I should just sit there in silence,
And hide what it means to be me.

But, why should I try to paint on a smile,
When my natural one is the best,
So, if you watch me for awhile,
Well, maybe then you will see,
I can show you something far beyond what you have guessed.

Even I know this isn't right for me,
I was born to be more, than some pretty doll or toy,
And nothing takes away my breath like being free,
To laugh and shout, and be the one who is me,
On days like this where I can only feel joy!
© Britt Clark