Young girl, high hopes.
Let me be good enough.
Let the judges think I'm cute.
Let them smile when I move.
I want to be a cheerleader.
Young girl, hopes dashed.
Tears flowed, heart crashed.
They don't like me.
I'm not good enough.
They didn't call me cheerleader.
Young girl, don't despair.
You can try again next year!
In the meantime, feel your hurt,
Your disappointment, your loss.
Just don't lose your spirit--
For your spirit, I cheer.
Queenie, February 1998
