By CL Bledsoe

Warrior princess at five years old, a bath towel
safety-pinned around her neck to billow as she dashed

through the house in scuffed white sneaks, blown-out-
knee jeans, and a county fair tee shirt. Pursued

by a furious Hippolyta yelling to quit running in
and out of the kitchen while I’m canning preserves!

She vaulted out the front door, over the steps, landed
in quaking grass on one knee, then rose, ready

for evildoers, be they ninja, robot, or school teacher.
When Wonder Woman cracked her Lasso of Truth,

fathers couldn’t promise they’d be home early but roll
in loaded, late, and ready to fight. Mothers

couldn’t spend all day watching soap operas while
their deific daughters ran wild and bored. Her golden

bracelets deflected ballistic language shot from cruel
lips. Her tiara could cut through the mundaneness

of any day. An Amazonian warrior needed no help
from any man; only the goddesses who granted

her strength. From her invisible plane, perched
in the pecan tree’s shedding limbs, she could look

down on the weak world while no one could see her.

Stuff My Stupid Heart Likes by CL Bledsoe (co-author of https://medium.com/@howtoeven and The Wild Word: https://medium.com/search?q=not%20another%20tv%20dad)

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