It wasn’t that my dresses were too short,
Or my sentences too long.
It wasn’t that my hair was blue,
And my mascara smudged,
It wasn’t that my laugh was too loud,
And my voice too quiet.
It was that I didn’t apologize
For the things you didn’t like.
I wore my skirts with pride,
And fired my sentences at warp speed,
I died my hair blue again, then green,
I let my mascara ghost my eyes
And I laughed, laughed, laughed,
And sometimes - I just stayed quiet.
What really bothered you
Weren’t the imperfections,
It was the confidence that let me love them,
It was the independence that let me embrace them,
It was the strength that let me be who I am.
You didn’t mind that my voice was quiet,
You minded that I didn’t stutter.