Nick and I made a promise clear: One whole month on the potty, my dear, And you could choose a prize to celebrate, Something special, something great.
Sophia chose her favorite doll, A doctor, smart and kind and tall. Her love for dolls, an endless stream, This one, a part of her big dream.
At the checkout, the cashier’s eyes Grew curious about the prize. "Is this for a birthday?" she asked with cheer, Sophia stared, not quite sure.
The doll was her prize, I said with pride, For potty training, her growing stride. But then the woman’s puzzled face Turned the moment into a different space.
“Are you sure this is the doll you want, There’s many others you could flaunt. She doesn’t look like you,” she said, But Sophia’s words rang out instead.
"Yes, she does—she’s a doctor like me, A pretty girl, just wait and see. See her stethoscope and her shining hair? She’s smart and strong, and I know she cares."
The cashier paused, her words now few, And let Sophia’s wisdom shine through. Because in her heart, pure and bright, There’s no wrong color, no wrong light.
We’re not born thinking that color’s a wall, We’re taught to see beauty in us all. Like hair and eyes, skin’s just a hue, Every shade is beautiful, too.
So let’s learn from Sophia, so young and wise, To see the soul behind the eyes. For kindness, strength, and love will show That beauty's in the hearts we grow.
