My feet were too big
so the glass slipper wouldn't fit
I hated housework
so no band of merry dwarves
I had frequent nightmares
so no peaceful sleep interrupted by a chaste kiss
I liked my hair short
so no prince tugging at my hair
Words, too often, hurt
and I am a bigger beast than any man I've met
No tiara for me
I will settle for a sword
No hero for me
I will be my own hero
No fairy dust for me
I will conjure up my own
Dec 28, 2020
Dec 28, 2020 at 4:35 AM UTC
My feet were too big
so the glass slipper wouldn't fit
I hated housework
so no band of merry dwarves
I had frequent nightmares
so no peaceful sleep interrupted by a chaste kiss
I liked my hair short
so no prince tugging at my hair
Words, too often, hurt
and I am a bigger beast than any man I've met
No tiara for me
I will settle for a sword
No hero for me
I will be my own hero
No fairy dust for me
I will conjure up my own
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