If I Were a Girl who Won Ribbons

Updated: Mar 19

If I were a girl who won ribbons

I would be crowned,

Not Miss Congeniality

But Miss Contrarian

And I will take it as a compliment

Because when strong winds come

Making funerals out of meadows

Petals strewn like pyres

I will be the rock

The tree not bowed

When the tyranny of the majority

Resembles a wave

I will not get my feet wet

And yes sometimes

I am over-eager to argue

Giddy from the power of my


And yes sometimes

I mix up being the devil

And being the devil’s confidante

I know how to dress my words up in finer clothes


Hedges here and there

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