To the little girl in the princess sheets You hear tales of the bad guys Always being monsters with long nails and sharp teeth hidden in your dark closet or at the end of your bed Lurking around in the shadows waiting to grab you
They're never kings with endless gold Or knights with shining armour Never blonde haired and blue eyed with a contagious smile
So when the smiling man with the blonde hair and blue eyes Asked you to step into his palace Not once did you think to question the intentions Of his soft and familiar fingertips.
So when you found yourself locked beneath his claws Telling you, you want it You will try to convince yourself that you asked him to That the sliver of skin must have been an invitation
Don't believe that Because you are a ******* princess And all the other boys and girls with cut out tongues Will help you tell your story...
They will help Tell the guards and the monsters that No matter how many times they ask you to be quiet You will scream and shout until every prince and princess Feels safe against intruders who come inside their homes
It is time to come out from under your princess sheets Because you are stronger than you could ever imagine YOUR WORDS can rescue trauma embedded in the minds of others YOUR WORDS can crumble kingdoms YOUR WORDS can save others.