Darling, You were born in the vision of Clara Barton In the success of Joan of Arc and Malala In the memory of Anne frank You were born for greatness And for remembrance You were born for more than you will be given You were born for weightlessness But given legs of stone to keep you from flying too high Born with a heart of gold Painted bronze You Were born for beauty For Mona Lisa’s smile But felt like Picasso Rearranged and imperfect
Darling I hate to tell you But you will never be treated equally to men I’ve been told I’m stupid because I’m a girl And I've held the door at gas stations for men who called me baby And told me I'd be prettier if I smiled Men will always look at you like property Like they are owed a piece of you just for existing Like you're too gentle to fend for yourself But darling I have news for you You belong to no one but yourself You were born in the vision of Clara Barton who never wed In the success of Joan of arc Who was only 17 when she was commander of a French army And Malala who was only 17 when she won the Nobel peace prize for saying words that could have killed her Anne frank was 16 when she was murdered Do you think she was thinking of what she owed men? No. She took a hammer to her legs of stone and peeled the paint from her heart of gold She was the Mona Lisa's smile She changed the world And darling you can do the same Break through the stone and the bronze And be the Mona Lisa
But darling If someone tells you you aren’t smart Or a stranger tells you you'd be prettier if you smiled And you start to feel rearranged and imperfect Remember Picasso made art too.