Dejectedly she sat, legs dangling in the pond And cried out her frustrations to the great beyond: Some think 'cause I'm a girl I should be soft and scared and mild When often I've the feeling that I'm sharp and rather wild.
They praise my smile and posture and dress me up to please I love my kitten heels, but I also like grazed knees.
Can I be a princess without being in a box? Can I curl my hair without my locks becoming locks? Take a look at Mama, she refuses to dress up She won't be known by beauty and is scornful of make-up.
'A girl's best asset is her brain', she always says to me, 'There's not an ounce of value in femininity.
You are in every way and skill quite equal to a man, Disregard your gender as strongly as you can'.
But God, the princess argued (with both her Mother and The Source) Giving up my GHD will cause me great remorse I know that gender stereotypes will rob me of my chi But how can I refuse them while still being fully, truly me? In voicing this conundrum she kicked up water near a log, Revealing just behind it a small and slimy frog.
In both disgust and pity, the princess said outloud: Horrid little frog, how is that you vowed To be a scaly, lowly creature with such narrow range of life? It's even worse being you than being a woman or a wife! As always, God will answer, in whichever shape or form This time 'twas in a frog's croak sounding not the least forlorn: 'Dear little princess, the way out of a box, Is always to discover the hidden Paradox.
You wonder how I live inside this body and this spot? The reason I can be a frog is because I'm not.
Like you, I am one spark of a Fire so Divine That my light and love and power are not dulled by all this slime I can play my froggy role with full gusto in this pond Because I know that who I am is something far beyond You are not a woman anymore than I'm a frog, Your life is not your real home anymore than mine's this log.
But that sweet, sweet knowledge shouldn't make us run away From the particular role that we've come here to play.
So relish being a woman, in all its different ways It's the beloved, precious costume from which you live Love's gaze.
Now all women know deep down that what makes our hearts beat fast Is a glimpse of loving wisdom from a heart and mind that's vast So when the princess leaned toward him whispering 'I am no longer vexed' We women know quite well exactly what came next.