Once there was a girl, with long blonde hair that she’d wear in a plait, down her back.
Growing up she was hardly bad, not the rebel and rarely asked for help.
She was good, but good was not enough.
Her successes were forgotten because they were expected. Leading the way, she met the standard, but those that came after did better.
Grown up, she still wears her long blonde hair in a plait down her back.
But now everyone’s learnt to be great. Great at one thing, when she’s still good at many.
She’s good, but still not enough.