I like my things to be purple and pink

Rarely do I say no to shopping

I rock it in my four inch heels

With criticism everywhere I have to deal

Yes, I cry but

Not for sympathy

I am a girl

And I’m proud of my anatomy

For my parts on being kicked,

Don’t make me cry like a baby

From quirky and talkative and impulsive

To alluring and hypnotic and sensitive

Someone to believe on,

To be held on to I seek

I like to be protected

Without being portrayed weak

I am a girl

And I ought to be

Take me as I am

Or leave me to be.

Let me know your views.

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