Some introspection today, on this Day 17 of National Poetry Month.
No Preconceptions
My dollies rarely dined at tea
they played castaways lost at sea
While I dreamed
of bulletproof bracelets
and a Dark Knight’s cape
I loved dancing ballerinas
and the wild, wild west,
sci-fi, spies, and mysteries,
but superheroes the best
Girls aren't cookie cutter
women aren't toys
We have hopes and sorrow
ideas and joys
Our power comes
from a single place
the human heart,
maybe edged in lace
© A. F. Stewart 2015 All Rights Reserved
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