~ by Sarah Levesque

I’ll wear a dress and go to each dance,

But still will I fence and in secret wear pants.

I’ll smile and wave, speak genteel, polite,

And ‘scape out the window and run in the night.

I sigh at the men to stay part of the chorus –

The girls must not know my heart’s in the forest.

I sit here, pretend, and try to fit in,

Wishing I was outside with my own Robin.

Today I sit in, but tomorrow I’ll out –

Begone from this place with unladylike shouts.

They own me not – my spirit is free –

And soon I’ll be one with my Rob of Locksley.