For the Original Minx

I’ve got me a name, but just call me Miss D.
‘Cause I’m 100 percent different–
But that’s all right with me!

I’ve got hog-wild, nappy, disobedient
Hair–it springs into life
When it hits the air.

My mom tries to tame it with creams, gels and combs
But my hair’s got spunk–
A mind of its own!

My skin is a marvel!
It’s not black, brown or white
It’s a mix of them all
And on me, it’s just right.

I’ve got licorice legs
And ashy, knock-knees,
But they carry me graceful
And light through the breeze.

I’ve got thirteen freckles
On each of my feet
But they move just like lightning
When I dance to the beat.

I can’t ride a bike
And I’m hopeless at sums
But I throw magnificent parties
And everyone comes.

I love hummus, tandoori
Collards and trout
But don’t hand me a hot dog,
Those things freak me out!

I play the French horn,
The bassoon and kazoo–
The flute’s much too quiet
I think so, don’t you?

My mom calls me Pickle Breath,
And my dad calls me Toot!
But they say it with love
So I think it’s cute.

If you tell me a joke?
I’ll never laugh quiet–
I guffaw and I snort
‘Cause I think life’s a riot.

I mix dots, stripes and plaid
When I’m dressing my best,
But I never wear beige–
It makes me depressed.

It’s true that I’m different
But my spirit is free.
I’m crazy, happy and nappy–
It’s good to be me!

Happy Birthday to the self-proclaimed, “Best Girl in the World.” And aren’t you, though.

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