Inside the Bakery

I am different and you can’t accept it
Well I don’t accept what they show on tv like you do
I don’t partake in what is called perfect female form
Forget the makeup and the materialistic views of society
I’m not a cookie cutout and I’ll mold myself how I want
In a row of gingerbread ladies I’m a dragon
Not only will you be baked, you will be burned by my fire
I’ll come out on top, best cookie you’ve ever tasted
I didn’t follow the recipe, surprised?
You must get it now, what you cared for doesn’t matter
When you look at me, you know what did
Tell your next batch of cookies what you learned, will you?
Maybe they’ll be able to accomplish what you couldn’t wrap your mind around
Maybe they can be different

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