What if I'd been born a fish
With fins and scales and slimy gills
And chased 'round coral just for thrills?
Or perhaps an Indian princess
With sequins for dust and diamonds for toys
And a pet elephant to impress the boys?
What if I had grown up to be
A dancer who twirled and sprang in tights
Too spent by life to enjoy all its sights?
What if I were anyone else
Not just plain me, but say, an elf
Imagine, I'd never know myself!
But though it's sad, I've heard some say
That many never get to know
Themselves and not the ones on show.
So since I'm me and not a fish
Or any of those other things
I'm that happy, I could just sing!
And get to know the me I am
And be the best me I possibly can, for
Just imagine the horror if... I were a man! :o)
The author has no prejudices whatsoever against men. She's just very glad she wasn't born one, because if she were, it would be very much harder for her to express her love for satin and lace, ballet, stuffed toys, and all things pretty. There is, after all, room for only one Elton John in this world.
I also take this opportunity to thank my father, mother, grandmother, brother... what? Wrong script?
Thank you, God, for choosing to make me me and not something/somebody else.