When I was a child, I pictured being
a princess
With a prince who will ride on his horse all the way to my tower;
I wore fake wings on my back and brought a magic wand
I pretended I was a fairy, my hands full of power.
I was in kindergarten when I started questioning my mother's choice of clothing for me
Girls in my class wore dresses and braids while I sported jumpers and a button shirt;
I envied how my friends get to pick their own clothes, to really feel like a princess
To get called out for my virile fashion, the more the experience hurt.
Then it all changed when I was in third grade, a parade of characters
Everyone dressed in glitter and fairy wings;
When I stepped onto the stage surround by princess and fairies
I was the only one dressed as an intergalactic warrior, it resulted me in gaining attention, it resulted me in winning.
I was dressed as the character I was named after
Even now I stand here and begin to think, I won because I'm one in a million;
I think girls are all princesses even without the dresses and wings
Now I know I'm supposed to live not as a female or male, but as a human.
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Poems From Puerto Verde
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