This isn't a
fairytale,
This is life.
Your luscious
blonde hair don't reach for your knees,
And your baby
pink gown is seldom seen.
The only corset
that binds you is that of society.
Your glass
slippers don't crack, but your heart does.
No charming
princes,
No fairy
godmothers,
No magic.
Just you.
Each new day
comes with a new challenge,
Not with a new
dress.
Your weapon
isn't your gullibility,
It's the sword
of your robustness.
The witch of
doubt arrives each day to haunt you,
And you fight
back with perfection.
So my dear
princess,
Be the warrior
you are.
And fight your
battle everyday,
With the world.
And with
yourself.
