This poem was written by a girl I knew in high school, in the winter of 1993. I periodically come across the card with the original draft of the poem written in it and it never ceases to thrill me.
I look forward to the day when my daughter is old enough to appreciate it.
I am a girl
I don’t giggle, I laugh
I don’t glow or perspire, I sweat.
I am not going to make your tea when you order me to
or clean up your mess
I walk, unless I saunter, but I always step meaningfully
I drink my beer from a can
and when I smile at you, take me seriously
‘cause I only smile when I want to.