Crazy That Way
For her sixth birthday, she asked for a tie Like the kind her daddy wore It made him look regal, and handsome, and strong And she wanted to feel powerful too. “Don’t be crazy,” they said, and handed her a dress. “This is what girls wear.” So she held herself straight in the pink corset Trying not to think of doctors, and presidents, and kings. In seventh grade, she met a girl who took her breath away Hair like the sun and eyes like the sea Her heart would beat fast and she would smile every day She thought that she might be in love. “It’s just a phase,” they said, and handed her a bible. “Girls only like boys.” So she danced with a boy and let him kiss her Trying not to think of rosy cheeks and glossy lips. Sweet sixteen, and she found solace in stories Adventures, and heroes, and noble quests She wrote and drew and dressed as the characters she loved - An expression of everything she was and wanted to be - And she wanted to show the world what she’d creat