For the Original Minx

I've got me a name, but just call me Miss D.
'Cause I'm 100 percent different--
But that's all right with me!

I've got hog-wild, nappy, disobedient
Hair--it springs into life
When it hits the air.

My mom tries to tame it with creams, gels and combs
But my hair's got spunk--
A mind of its own!



My skin is a marvel!
It's not black, brown or white
It's a mix of them all
And on me, it's just right.

I've got licorice legs
And ashy, knock-knees,
But they carry me graceful
And light through the breeze.



I've got thirteen freckles
On each of my feet
But they move just like lightning
When I dance to the beat.

I can't ride a bike
And I'm hopeless at sums
But I throw magnificent parties
And everyone comes.



I love hummus, tandoori
Collards and trout
But don't hand me a hot dog,
Those things freak me out!

I play the French horn,
The bassoon and kazoo--
The flute's much too quiet
I think so, don't you?

My mom calls me Pickle Breath,
And my dad calls me Toot!
But they say it with love
So I think it's cute.

If you tell me a joke?
I'll never laugh quiet--
I guffaw and I snort
'Cause I think life's a riot.

I mix dots, stripes and plaid
When I'm dressing my best,
But I never wear beige--
It makes me depressed.

It's true that I'm different
But my spirit is free.
I'm crazy, happy and nappy--
It's good to be me!



Happy Birthday to the self-proclaimed, "Best Girl in the World." And aren't you, though.