princesses
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Cinderella and her shoe,
Rapunzel and her hair that always grew.
Beauty and strength I held so dear,
when I saw Belle I gave out a cheer.
My Disney dreams surrounded me,
the princesses: who I wanted to be.
See my memories of my grandma’s kitchen is not like that of yours
It didn’t smell like lavender or fresh lemon detergent
We were told when we were little we could be anything
Little girls could be princesses
Little boys could slay dragons
There was once a beautiful witch with a heart as black as coal
She appeared on the steps of a castle and cursed thousands of souls
She blamed the prince's greediness and said his heart was dark
What if Cinderella was actually a slave whose prince led her through the Underground Railroad?
What if Aurora had social anxiety?
What if Snow White had Dissociative Identity Disorder?
EXPOSED!
The Princess Dress
(a girl’s life behind the fairy tale scenes)
By Krystle Zachary
Please listen! Lean forward now
As we all discover
The typical princess life
Once upon a time, I was a princess
I was a beauty who lived in a castle;
I sang with the birds, spoke gracious words,
But all the while found my stigma a hassle
There was a prince I was supposed to love,
i don't think it was direct,
the way i was told i was only meant
for frills and ball gowns
and vhs tapes i dreamt would leak into real life
but i was still told, wasn't i
The Maiden’s Untold Tale (What Girls Need to Know) By Briana Myall
Please ignore their sugared stories.
Listen to our ancient lore.
Don’t speak of happy endings.
Not knowing what we bled for.
<Opening>
Birth, isolation, indulgement in nature
Innocence, happiness, bounded in Eden
Dancing, smiling, someone else’s pleasure.
<Decision>
If Cinderella had taken her fate into her own hands,
She wouldn’t have lost her glass heel.
Maybe she would have ran away, hung a red lantern above her door.
if you wanna be a princess,
there are some things you have to know:
how to be polite,
not ask questions,
plan ahead.
sit still, ana, so that
My name is Aurora, and you probably know my classic tale,
But what if I was to tell you that in the end it failed?
It started when a fifteen-year-old I
Touched a spindle and nearly died
Growing up, the happy endings are shoved down our throats
Like a spoon full of sugar
While other kids grow up with the harsh realities of their lives
I’ve stopped drinking from the wishing well of health
Guaranteed to keep you young and make all your wishes
Come true. Despite the try my will ran dry
Has I came to the realization not everything is flawless
Once in a castle far away, there lived a princess and she slept away waiting for her prince to come resolve her problems. Too bad the prince was eaten by zombies. In absolute fear the princess soon realized she had woken up from desolate sleep.
What would be different,
If what I chose was an
Altercation
Revelation
Procession?
Rather it’d be simple.
You say I was your Cinderella.
The problem, though, is that
Prince Charming doesn’t lie
and Cinderella isn’t supposed
to be a troubled soul.
I think, if I have to be a princess,
I’d rather be Fiona,
pulling out my hair
drowning in despair
Cinderella made me believe in happily ever after
and driving into the sunset chased by laughter
even though her prince left her
because of the baby weight
