I'll take off my dress and exchange it for a uniform, and
instead of dancing in the rain, I'll fight for us in a storm.
I know it's not what my father had arranged,
but this was his daughter's exchange.
I'll take off my heels and exchange them for a pair of boots, and
instead of walking down an aisle, I'll run to a soldier's wound.
I know it's not what my mother had arranged,
but this was her daughter's exchange.
I'll let the cheap polish on my fingernails fade,
and I'll leave my favorite pair of earrings behind.
I'll cut my hair a couple inches above my shoulder blade,
and I'll cherish that final moment before I catch my flight.
I took off my makeup and exchanged it for dirt,
and instead of remembering my glitter,
I reminded myself what our freedom is worth.
I took off my locket and exchanged it for
a couple of dog tags, and instead of being so selfish,
I thought of all the heroes that died fighting for
our American flag.
I'll exchange all of my mother's expectations
for my father's honor.
I remember you both saying when I was younger,
I could be anything I want to be when I get older,
and I've chosen to be an American soldier.
I know it's not what we had arranged,
but this was my exchange.

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