My daughter is dynamite in a princess dress

 My daughter is dynamite in a princess dress

she’s all
hugs and twirls
sweet little spins across the room

and then she’s stomping
yelling
telling you exactly how she wants things to go

she’s jumping off things
running wild
a little bit chaos
a whole lot of spark

she’s stubborn

and that fire?

i’m not putting it out

because that same fire
is what will protect her
speak up for her
and carry her through a world
that will try to quiet her

she’s not too much

she’s exactly who she’s meant to be