Once upon a time,
a long long time ago,
there was a little girl.
Her age isn’t important, you know?
She climbed trees,
she busted walls,
waiting for the day
she would get big and tall.
She bided her time,
planning and plotting, you see,
for the day SHE would set the rules
and have adults bend the knee.
Days, months, and years passed
and she stayed the same age.
The body had grown,
but not her–only her rage.
She tried and she tried to get bigger,
but she just couldn’t grow.
Then one day her mama told her,
“I love you just like you are, don’t you know?”
So the little girl smiled,
she’d rather be loved.
But told her mama that some day,
she’d be a fire-breathing dragon, flying above.
They laughed together,
and inside the little girl smiled.
She had a dragon inside her–
she could wait awhile.
