By Sarah Levesque (Rated G)

I’ll wear a dress and go to each dance,
But still will I fence and in secret wear pants.
I’ll smile and wave, speak genteel, polite,
And ‘scape out the window and run in the night.
I sigh at the men to stay part of the chorus –
The girls must not know that my heart’s in the forest.
I sit here, pretend, and try to fit in,
Wishing I was outside with my own Robin.
Today I sit in, but tomorrow I’ll out –
Begone from this place with unladylike shouts.
They own me not – my spirit is free –
And soon I’ll be one with my Rob of Locksley.

Image by Chantal Tamburino. Find more of her work at tamburinomedia.com.

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