She always hated
That stupid color.

Princess dolls
Were dressed
In combat boots
And dark leather.
Cute ponies became
Their battle stallions.

She didn’t dream
Of gallant knights
To rescue her.
Who needs a prince
When you can be
The dragon?

She learned about
So many great women
To look up to.

Still,
She’d much rather
Be her own
Badass self.

A white-hot dragon
Riding fast machines
Into the heart
Of life itself.