Once Upon A Time
There was a princess who was deemed
most beautiful of them all.
She didn’t want the title,
and the title didn’t want her.
For she never felt beautiful.
Her hair hit her waist,
Her eyelashes were too long,
a flashy comment.
Her figure was an hourglass,
Her dresses were too tight,
a misleading statement.
The title told her to talk to the witch,
and she would know what to do.
So the princess ran to a small cottage,
to find a striking young man looking at her.
He was what the princess wanted to be.
For he was a boy, and she was stuck as a girl’s body.
“Please help me not be the most beautiful,”
the princess pleaded, offering everything she owned.
The witch looked down at her, but smiled softly.
“Are you wishing to be a prince?”
The teenage girl nodded, pleading to be so through a candle.
The hatred for her body was too much to handle.
So with a snap,
on the floor there was a handsome young chap.
He looked at himself in the mirror,
and began to cheer.
His hair was short,
His eyelashes were stubby,
a subtle touch.
His figure shaped as a box,
a boost in self-esteem.
His clothes fit just right,
a statement right for him.
“Prince, Jasper, must go on ahead,”
with a smile the witch said
turning into a beautiful woman.
The prince smiled brightly without vain,
not having to hear the old name.
“Thank you, for your acceptance. This was vital,”
the young prince said before yearning a new title.
The kindest prince to ever live.