I am Not Just Pink

The usual types of boys and fights
Of girls with flowers so polite
Is a view of someone short of sight 
Or peering blindly through the night.

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If I’m not a Princess
It seems I’m a boy called Tom
But I have better names
Fearless, Happy, Strong.

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I am not just Pink,
But that doesn’t mean I want to be Blue.
There’s a whole secrum of colours
Made up of more than two.

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I like to jump and run about
To camp out with the stars
I like fairy wings and lacy things
And fishing and trains and cars.

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I have long hair,
But please put away that bow and comb.
I like to wear what I find there
Collected from where I roam.

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And sometimes because I have ideas
I might want that jewellery box.
There might be dolls who cry real tears
High heels and lacy socks.

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And unicorns seem quite fun
And ribbons, fairies and trolls.
This doesn’t mean I can’t still run
Kick up mud and score some goals.

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I don’t want a palace 
For me a den will do
I’ll build myself a home
Something completely new.

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I want to be heard
Not given a voice
Given some words
And given a choice.

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I am boldly exploring
Each possibility.
I am dancing and I’m roaring
I am trying out to see.

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A world that’s laid out for me
Is a dress that doesn’t fit.
An interest in just fitting in
Was an idea that never lit.

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For myself I can think
And I am not just pink.