I have wide hips, a wide waist.
chubby cheeks and
short legs
given to me

by my mother.

she is not a witch.
she has wrinkles, yes
but they do not define her
nor would she let them.

I have no interest in making friends with fish,
small birds,
candlesticks or clocks,
or rodents.


I need human contact to survive.

If you put me alone in a house in a forest,
I will not clean.  
I will not wait to be saved.
I will not ask for your permission to go outside.

I will leave.


I do not need a prince to live happily ever after.

I have short bushy hair
and a ******.
yes, it's there.
underneath my cotton underwear and long lace skirts
that no one is telling me to wear.

I have a sister.
I go to her for advice.
I look up to her and I talk to her about
Everything anything everything

I do not need a prince.



I look up to my mother.
She is not a source of fear,
she is a source of comfort
and relief.


what are We teaching our daughters?

these imaginary princesses
teach our babygirls

to have long eyelashes
to have two inch waists
long luscious hair
*** appeal


and if they don't,

they will never live happily ever after.

If I need all that to get one,

I do not want a prince.

I do not want to be anyone's
cinderella.

I will not chase after anyone
if they choose to leave.

I will weep into my sister and mother's shoulders

But that poor,
poor
princess

will always be chasing
squirrels
to talk to

and men
to be saved by.

When will we teach them to save themselves?


When will they teach themselves
that there is no such thing as perfect

Daddy, please dont leave us
you know you cannot go
you cannot leave your babygirls
not before you watch us grow

daddy, please dont tell us its alright
when we both know its not
just please please please,
dont let us go tonight

daddy, you have to be here
when we fulfill our dreams
you also have to be here
when our first baby screams

daddy, you cannot leave us
without you we'd go nowhere,
and when we graguate from college
daddy, you must be there!

all the nights waking up screaming
and all the past days
that you've woken up
hardly breathing

daddy, when you fall
all we wanna do is help you up
and when you tell us no, to stop
we both feel our hearts quickly drop

daddy, when me and vicky
see pain through your eyes
our own very eyes
start to slowly cry

daddy, please we love you
you gotta hang tight, for us
you have to save three lil' princesses
and prince charmings heart

daddy, we need you
to a longer extent then you think
we need you here with us
to guide us to our dreams

daddy, knowing we're slowly losing you
is a pain we cannot bear
and killing us inside
is the thought that one day

*you won't be here...