Mirror mirror on the wall

What will be the death of us all?

 

She sat there making judgment of who is most fair

Where dreams come true, she lived a nightmare

She began to compete to try and look the best

She didn't realize she began to look like the rest

 

She continued to ask the mirror

Am I the fairest of them all?

Do I have to be short ?

Do I have to be tall ?

Do I have to be dark ?

Or must I be white as snow ?

A plastic Barbie from head to toe ?

 

Should I get skinner ?

Am I not pretty enough ?

She was an insecure queen

A diamond in the rough

 

With time she aged something she couldn't embrace

White hairs and wrinkles she wanted to erase

All the different images she couldn't portray

A game by society she could not play

 

A mirror is a reflection of you my dear

Your image is not one you should look at and fear

No one is fairest it's about what's on the inside

A queen who only in her reflection could confide

 

And that's a lesson that took her long to learn

For an unrealistic body image she would yearn

In a garden of roses she was just a fern

 

Competition between girls in the kingdom was proof of values lost

They didn't know their natural was beautiful so they faced the cost

Like clothes on a rack they had a price and label

A system that took a spin on the mortality table

 

And so the queen began drowning in a dangerous tide

She stared at the mirror and endlessly cried

There was an empty void in her heart

She failed to see the body of a women was art

Painted and shaped in different ways

The beauty of brains that would bloom into a maze

 

She still had Red rose lips

And jaw dropping Wide hips

Curves that will drive someone insane

Overlooked by those in vain

 

Because of the hate Snow White could not lead

With every slashing label her heart would bleed

 

Women should not be portrayed like items to sell

A loose thread in the fabric

The Queen’s kingdom fell