There was She-ra, a princess

Potential, her power

Shy and scared

Worried and weird

Lone lil wildflower

There was Jessica and Phoebe

Dark horse, rebellion

Louder, still scared

Awake now, aware

With obsessive compulsions

There was Stevie and sorry

Resilient and sunny

Sadness to shameless

Bright with a bite

Chaotic but funny

There was silly and stupor

Hardly the heroine

Kim get up and work

Justice and Joan

With a sword, with a pen

There’s Delilah and Eve

Standing in silence

Stormy and ruthless

Accepting no tears

No roses, no violence.

So many of her

And yet how wild

Her one true love

Ends up being a man and a child.

Are you sure?

That’s how she wins?

Yes, but there’d be no such present state, fortunate fate

Without first choosing herself alone over and over again.