Forgive me for not reaching your standards
But I have strayed and made my own
I have injected doses of metaphorical testosterone,
And grown a thicker backbone.
You no longer have any tenure
Over my dreams and hopes
I have risked it all –
and swaggered across Thumbelina's tightropes.
I now wear tight yellow dresses and sway my hips
Unconcerned of your commands to walk straighter,
I prance to where no self-respecting female should go –
the sweet-smelling Baker's.
I have fallen wearing heels too tall for me
and have failed at seducing Father Time
though he said my kiss was lovely –
my life he could not rewind.
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