When I was just a little girl,

Wide-eyed & 3 feet tall,

My mother took me to my favorite place:

The Glenbrook shopping mall.

The mall itself was impossibly big,

The lights were incredibly bright.

My littlegirlheart could not be calmed.

It was filled to the brim with delight.

I picked a tiara from Libby Lou’s

& a plush Hello Kitty from Claire’s.

I wanted to look inside Spencer’s, but

My mom wouldn’t let me go in there.

I felt like a tiny princess

While my mom had some buyer’s remorse.

But my high and mighty attitude changed

When in walked the King of Concourse.

The mighty King ambled toward us,

His head high above all the crowds,

With a Manic Panic purple mohawk

That he wore on his head like a crown.

The big, black boots strapped to his legs

Proved that he ruled this domain.

& every time that the King took a step,

I heard the jingle of his royal wallet chain.

My big, brown eyes filled with wonder.

I had never seen someone so cool!

So I asked my mom a thousand questions

To see if I, like the king, could rule.

“What is the name of his style?

Do you think I could dress like him too?”

My mom told me, “Nana, be whatever you want

As long as you’re just being you.”

I made my mom’s words my new mantra

(Much to my family’s dismay),

& I thank the great King of Concourse

For inspiring the weird girl I am today.