Must we bow down to kings,
Please princes, wait on knights,
Follow mellifluous sirens that sing
Of silver promises and golden delights,
Seek out answers from mirrors,
Visit houses made of sweets and cake,
Hunt for pairs of glass slippers,
Count off days till we can awake
From our crystal coffins and beds of roses,
Obtain bargains with our souls,
Trust wolves that speak in pretty poses,
In order to play our roles?
Rather, I prefer to study the blade,
Weave honey locks into a glided rope,
Be told not to be afraid,
And still cling to dreams and hope,
Rewrite destiny, change the fates
By my own hand relying on wits,
Not what old wives narrates,
Forge a different path that befits,
Let my sweet little mouth open,
Been patient enough for a crown,
Leave behind the shackles now broken,
Enter the castle to take my rightful throne.
Interesting poem, thank you for sharing it.