This one is for the nerdy girls
With their heads in books, and books inside their heads,
Bored with the tea-time chatter about things of no concern,
Their minds dancing with questions,
Their hearts dancing with wonder,
At a world too big for words.
This is for the girls whose tongues trip over words
Read but not heard;
Who try hard not to laugh
At accidental puns,
Who get lost because they were thinking
Of something else entirely.
Who, when warned “men don’t like brains”
Can’t imagine why they’d care.
This is for the girls who cannot flirt
Because saying something you don’t mean
Is a paralysing confusion;
People and feelings matter
And they don’t understand the game,
Girls who feel their awkwardness
As deep as a disgrace
But still choose to be themselves
At any price.
This is for the girls who can forget
One hundred “supposed to’s” in the grips
Of a great idea that sweeps them off the earth
Into the rarefied realms.
Girls whose hearts
Turn cartwheels while they trip over their feet.
And this is for the girls who learned to live
The girls who had no other teachers,
Who grew and left their early angst behind,
Who found their feet, and found their hearts and smiled,
And never, ever, ever ceased to learn.