I walk the school walkways with my head held high,
Tough and fierce, they know that I mean business
I defy the stereotypes
You’re a cheerleader? But you have a four-point-oh GPA!
There must be a mistake
Make no mistake about it, I clearly see the road ahead.
The road has been good to me and I rest,
For the path I follow will lead me to a perch up high.
Busyness breeds sleeplessness, and the regular
Caffeine splurges, yet I hunt
For the best in myself, in others.
Make no mistake about it; behind this blonde hair and these blue eyes
And these hair bows, and field turf burns is a real person
And with passion
And with heart and soul, and though I may not show it,
A person with delicate feelings exists within these features
Achieving drives out doubt, right?
Doubt in oneself, in one’s abilities,
But make no mistake because though I seem harmless
The black belt I earned in Tae Kwon Do
Make no mistake that I can move mountains without so much as lifting a hand
Because I am a cheerleading, lacrosse-playing, warrior-goddess
And I could rule the world someday