Ten painted nails on pointed toes,
a Sunday with no place to go,
a Queen song on the radio.
A girl with much more skin to show,
short violet hair for winds to blow,
and confidence to make her glow.
But do you think she really knows?
That she is the star of her show,
that she still has her time to grow?
That someday time will melt the snow
and leave the words, “So long ago…”
for girls like her to leave their woes,
to change their lives, their status quos?
For wild kids to beat the flow
and learn more than we’ll ever know.