Sep 30
Good evening everyone!
It is a pleasure meeting all of you,
I am a Mala
if you couldn't already tell.
A name everybody else chose for me,
as if I didn't have one already.
My name is Joffrey, by the way :)
And if you don't know what a mala is,
it is short for Malaia.
A curse.
Like something out of a fairytale.
Like how Tiana was turned into a frog.
Like when Sleeping Beauty pricked her finger on her 16th birthday,
or when Snow White bit the poisoned apple
and they both fell into a deep slumber.
Only to have their curse lifted by a kiss from a handsome prince.
And I've had plenty of those ;)
So how long does my curse last?
Do I need to keep kissing more guys or
Have I just not found the right one?
But I'm not the only one you see
there is a community of us Malas,
So many cursed girls.
And they are just like the Princesses out of Disney,
Some are as honorable as Mulan,
Some are as beautiful as Cinderella,
but most of them look like Ursula XD
Me? I like to think I look like Hercules
A big strong man looking for a bigger, stronger man
Yet we're all so very beautiful,
and nonetheless cursed.
By our own people.
The people we serve and love.
The people who promise us unconditional love
But forget to mention the terms and conditions
in fine print at the bottom,
Whose print gets bolder and
Conditions become enforced when
We don't serve and love well enough,
Or by whatever fault we make
despite our very best efforts to find and keep love.
But I'd like to extend my love out to them,
My Princesses who always bring the boys to the yard
Who also have to clean the yard when the boys leave...
It's a weird thing to be reduced to just your sexuality everyday,
but I love the attention I get
Especially from all the prince charmings
Who kiss me but fail to break my curse
Yet I've never felt cursed
I love who I love, I love WHAT I love
And if it is a curse to you then you sound like the Evil Queen who gave Snow White the apple.
"Mirror, Mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?"
Not you.
You haven't been very fair at all.
You've been so unfair
The mirror might crack and burn.
But until next time, everyone
Let's hope that the next boy I kiss will break this lifelong curse,
Even if it might take a lifetime to dispel
It is a pleasure meeting all of you,
I am a Mala
if you couldn't already tell.
A name everybody else chose for me,
as if I didn't have one already.
My name is Joffrey, by the way :)
And if you don't know what a mala is,
it is short for Malaia.
A curse.
Like something out of a fairytale.
Like how Tiana was turned into a frog.
Like when Sleeping Beauty pricked her finger on her 16th birthday,
or when Snow White bit the poisoned apple
and they both fell into a deep slumber.
Only to have their curse lifted by a kiss from a handsome prince.
And I've had plenty of those ;)
So how long does my curse last?
Do I need to keep kissing more guys or
Have I just not found the right one?
But I'm not the only one you see
there is a community of us Malas,
So many cursed girls.
And they are just like the Princesses out of Disney,
Some are as honorable as Mulan,
Some are as beautiful as Cinderella,
but most of them look like Ursula XD
Me? I like to think I look like Hercules
A big strong man looking for a bigger, stronger man
Yet we're all so very beautiful,
and nonetheless cursed.
By our own people.
The people we serve and love.
The people who promise us unconditional love
But forget to mention the terms and conditions
in fine print at the bottom,
Whose print gets bolder and
Conditions become enforced when
We don't serve and love well enough,
Or by whatever fault we make
despite our very best efforts to find and keep love.
But I'd like to extend my love out to them,
My Princesses who always bring the boys to the yard
Who also have to clean the yard when the boys leave...
It's a weird thing to be reduced to just your sexuality everyday,
but I love the attention I get
Especially from all the prince charmings
Who kiss me but fail to break my curse
Yet I've never felt cursed
I love who I love, I love WHAT I love
And if it is a curse to you then you sound like the Evil Queen who gave Snow White the apple.
"Mirror, Mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?"
Not you.
You haven't been very fair at all.
You've been so unfair
The mirror might crack and burn.
But until next time, everyone
Let's hope that the next boy I kiss will break this lifelong curse,
Even if it might take a lifetime to dispel
