Fairy Godmother's Advice
Once upon a time,
In a world gray and blue
Lived an orphan,
A blossoming youth,
With golden hairs,
And deep blue eyes,
But rough, burnt skin,
And a foreign smile.
“She’s the fairest”
They said wide-eyed
Until she opened her cherry lips
And uttered an indistinct remark.
“what in the world…
Wait, are you not…?”
Frowned the ignorant men
While this asked their tyrant minds.
And just like that—
The questions get tougher,
The doors start to close.
“Nothing in life comes easy, honey,
And specially when you’re not a boy”
Because all they want is a perfect doll:
A tiny-waisted,
Yankee-blooded,
Submissive-headed,
Doll.
And Heavens forbid
You find no Prince Charming,
Because nobody wants
Your brilliant convictions,
Unless its backed up
By the man with the money,
The name, the history,
The wealthy positions.
So princess, do us a favor—
Go ahead and strive to fit
Your tempered-glass shoe.
“The road ain’t getting easier,
And neither does it that ignorant slur”
That misogynist,
Homophobic,
Racist,
Slur.
So wash the dishes, Cinderella,
Cook the food
And mop the floor;
Because even though they don’t want your job,
Nor your culture,
Nor your love,
They can’t live without your invisible hands,
Nor without your magical pluck.
Just wait and see
How they’ll be begging for your hand
When that dream you’ve worked for so bad
Comes back around
To chase you.