By Zara Quiter, TIWP Student, Age 9
Kiss me if you want,
kiss me if you dare,
but I’m not a princess in a tower.
I’m ready to fight,
not cheering the prince on.
I’ll fight,
I’ll punch,
I’m strong,
and I know how to pick a fight.
I wouldn’t wait desperately in a tower,
waiting for my one “true love.”
I’d be out there,
fighting the monster,
because I’m not afraid.
I don’t care if you disapprove.
I don’t care if you don’t like it.
If you kiss me,
and didn’t ask,
kiss me if you dare.
It’s happened before,
and I’ve fought back.
But I do not care if you feel pain.
You brought it onto yourself.
Pain, agony, whatever it is,
I will deliver it.
So kiss me if you dare.
I won’t think it’s so cool,
You’ll be sorry and I won’t regret it.
You’ll regret it.
You’ll be sad.
You will be nothing to me
but a bucket of disgrace.
Kiss Me If You Dare.
