When I grow up...

Challenging the idea that an airhead can’t be a genius...

or at least smart.

I want to be a popstar

I want to be a queen

I want to be a philathropist and fulfill others dreams

I don’t quite understand why I can’t do both,

Why the popstars and the queens often forget they’re so betrothed.

That they have the wealth and power to do most anything…

I want to do so much more than curtsy well and sing.

But curtsy well and sing I will until the night is over

It doesn’t mean I can’t be ballsy, kind, profound, a supernova.