A Pretty Thing in Skirt

I lived my 20s bare

Stripped myself of everything that suggested girlie

I believed I didn’t need to focus on being that kind of she

Being smarter, understanding the world, and my own identity and my contribution to it was more necessary

I denied my body of vanities and fed my mind with whatever I could find

I found too much, and they nearly drove me mad

The more I learned and knew

The more I felt stupid and below-the-line

I questioned conventional attitudes

And chose a strict way

To preserve the honor of my over-idealised mind

If people see what you have upstairs, they’ll regard you more

True and true

A smart woman is a jewel

But smartness is never enough for a woman

I’m 30, and the quest never seems to end

And a day comes when I look at my laurels

They had become cobwebs under which I struggled to feel like a woman

I mourned the death of my girlhood and swore to myself that here out, I’d choose differently

I’ll learn how to be a girl, a woman, a belle

A wonder in skirt

A pretty sweet thing

To put my money on that dress and look my absolute

To make my hair as I should, even if I spend a great deal to keep up

To pamper my skin

And do things my mother never did

Because what’s the use of being so sound upstairs when you can’t walk in the presence of majesties

A person’s mind is as beautiful as the carriage of their presence

So, whether a girl needs to prove she’s more than meets the eyes, a girl’s got to meet the eyes

And like my great teachers would say, the logic must balance the magic

Girl, I’m staying true to both masters

A pretty thing in skirt.