As big as a tennis ball

But red as a rose

Wait for it to fall

From the tree where it grows.

The creature landed,

And folded it's wings,

Snuggled into it's nest,

Jewelled fit for a king,

Gem-encrusted hide,

With a soft under-belly,

An intelligent beast,

Who could be on the telly,

Tucked away in a cave,

With treasures galore,

Devouring it's meal,

Then hunting for more,

This majestic being,

The last of it's kind,

Will stay hidden away,

Until it's old and blind,

Hunted almost to extinction,

By the Earth's dominent race,

A thing of myths and legends,

Dragon's exist, I rest my case,

Potatoes, potatoes! They grow in the ground,

When you dig them up they're muddy, brown and round,

Potatoes, potatoes! Delicious mashed,

But they don't taste so good if they've been bashed,

Potatoes, potatoes! Steamy in their jacket,

Potatoes, potatoes! Fresh in their packet,

Potatoes, potatoes! Can be made into chips,

Potatoes, potatoes! Are best when they're crisps!

I am not a damsel
I am a knight

I am not a Princess
I am a Queen

I am not a witch
I am a healer

I don’t need your rescue
I am my own

However

You can still hold a door for me
I appreciate manners

You can still support me when I cry
Everyone needs a rock

You can still fight with me
Opinions differ often

You can treat me like a person
It’s what I am

**The female Equalist