I Am Not Made of That

“What are little girls made of? Sugar and spice And everything nice That's what little girls are made of” I wasn’t made out of that. I wasn’t sugar and spice I wasn’t rainbows and butterflies I wasn’t pink. I wasn’t Cinderella waiting for a Prince Charming I am Prince Charming. I am the rain that washed away the rainbow, I am the net that caught the butterflies. I am blue. I am snips and snails and doggy tails. I am not the daughter you gave birth to, but rather the son that you raised. Why can’t you just accept that?