You inspire me to play,
to spell out poems with Skittles and M&M's,
write serious drama for Barbie dolls,
wear camouflage with black velvet and pearls,
copy my hairstyles from the paintings of Vermeer,
sculpt the Nashville skyline from Play-Doh
to forget those idiots that tell me I can't,
and act like I'm six to tap into the artist of my inner child.
So, I'll wear that glass hat
just because it's pretty
and try not to bump my head.