Inside the Bakery

I am different and you can’t accept it Well I don’t accept what they show on tv like you do I don’t partake in what is called perfect female form Forget the makeup and the materialistic views of society I’m not a cookie cutout and I’ll mold myself how I want In a row of gingerbread ladies I’m a dragon Not only will you be baked, you will be burned by my fire I’ll come out on top, best cookie you’ve ever tasted I didn’t follow the recipe, surprised? You must get it now, what you cared for doesn’t matter When you look at me, you know what did Tell your next batch of cookies what you learned, will you? Maybe they’ll be able to accomplish what you couldn’t wrap your mind around Maybe they can be different