There is a girl out on the sea
Floating on a pink surfboard
With a picnic lunch and parasol
Sitting there like a typical girl

You don't know me but I've been watching you all day I thought that by ignoring you perhaps you'd go away I thought it was just too much sun as I faced out across the bay Hearing all these voices telling me how to spend my day Then I turned around and I saw you standing there Talking all this time Talking like you care It's been ten years and you haven't gone away So I'm finally speaking up It's time to have my say

First of all, my name isn't Mimi It's Ruth
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And I come from a family of ten children A tomboy The youngest I learned to fight before I learned to walk To fight for my place in a space without grace All cannons open by the age of two By six I ruled the schoolyard By fourteen I ruled the shopping malls
Loud Active Restless Arrogant Aggressive
And STRONG

I couldn't understand these flimsy things called 'teenage girls' They scattered before me like ineffective dolls So I bullied them even more in my consternation Trying to make them break out Trying to beat them into consciousness And then one day, I was working on this little bit of a thing Trying to whip her into three dimensions She was shaking and looking confused Way beyond her ken I was just about to give her one last kick, when all of a sudden, she got real silent I mean, REAL silent

And from somewhere faraway, someone called my name

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And a pink surfboard was handed to me
And a voice said "her name will be Mimi"
And they gently urged me forward to the edge of the water
And we moved out onto the sea, Mimi and me
And the language between us was wordless and hung in the air
And I spent a lot of time thinking about chains that bound the others but not me
And then I started to feel so trapped by feeling oh-so-free

And some days I hated the pink I HATED the pink
Pink for weakness and girls and little posies Pink for subjugation, oppression, asexuality, moral shrivenness, ignorance, and painted toesies

And yet it's pink that is my friend out here Out on the sea that I'm learning to fear

Pink that's showing me the way Learning how to NOT have my say To hear what YOU might have to say

Stand up, Mimi Stand up

And so you're saying 'stand up' to a natural athlete It's MUCH harder for me to sit here feeling oh-so-incomplete

Something strange occurred
On the local beach that day
One girl paddled out to sea
The other slowly walked away