Picture from Pixabay

“I don’t know why people call me a Tomboy.”

“My name is NOT Tom and I am NOT a boy!”

“I am brave and adventurous… I like to run and climb and explore but why are those things considered boyish?”

“It doesn’t make any sense to me.”

“I have to tell you my dad wanted a boy and decided to name him Gerald after his grandfather…when my mom popped me out they rolled with it and labeled me Geraldine of all things!”


” What century do they thinks this is?”

“So, anyways,  I’m sure you can understand why I go by Gerri.”

“I know my mom is disappointed in me too.  I mean just look at her!”

Image from Pixabay

“She is really nice to me but she must have really wanted a princess type like Jenny down the street.”

“Every time I refuse to wear those puffy frilly things she buys me she looks so sad.”

“I don’t want to make her sad…they are just hideous and impractical!  Have you ever tried to climb a tree in a dress?”

“So I do little things to try to make her smile… like did you see my shoes?  They are PINK!”


~Melanie Thomason




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2 responses to “Gerri

  1. It’s soooo true. I’m sure this fun poem speaks to a LOT of women.

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