"follow the yellow brick road" the witch didn't die cinderella didn't go to the ball sleeping beauty didn't wake up belle escaped the beast snow white was poisoned and killed jasmine didn't go with aladin moana stayed on the island ariel sayed under water tiana didn't kiss the prince rapunzel stayed in the tower pocahontas didn't save john smith mulan stayed in the village anna didn't go after elsa elsa controlled her powers anastasia/anya didn't care about her past
a world where evil wins and there are no princesses is a scary world.
I have not yet pricked my finger upon the needle of a yarn spinning wheel Nor have I bitten from a poisonous fruit Midnight has passed and I am still in my clothes from last nights meal And a sea witch has not made me mute.
I still have yet to kiss the lips of a prince whose come to save me. The last girl who did that, turned into a frog But fell in love severely.
I haven't had the chance to prove my bravery with a sword or bow and arrow For I am no princess, just patiently waiting, For my one true kneeling pharaoh.
I tried to mention a majority of the Disney princess stories, though I realize I excluded quite a few. Please comment a fitting title. I'm having a bit of trouble.
An amazing and rare piece of antiquity Secrets of the Voynich manuscript I find So Mysterious yet so captivating A beautiful language not revealing Uniquely expressive are the paintings Somewhat exotic are the drawings Leaves one with an astonished feeling A castle grand under a starry light beyond a dragon enjoying the night And seven sisters soaking in a spring As herbs and dainty flowers sing Foliage green and blooms in blue Stems standing tall, strong and true Colors are vibrant bleeding through Palms, and fronds and ferns, too And inky blue with leaves of six Roots partitioned into pieces and bits Sunflowers and tiny red flowers O' and a divine constellation shower beauty imagined, beauty redefined Oh this beauty I alone have found amidst a poetic language unknown penned with a quill by a poet of long ago
.....hopefully the poet would be honored with my tribute
Blonde, she is fair Her thoughts flow like air But no one loves a girl with brown hair Copper, she rocks Cannon balling off docks But no one loves a girl with brown locks Ginger, she looks best In fiery red dresses But no one loves a girl with brown tresses Ebony, she has fangs The most mysterious of dames But no one loves a girl with brown bangs All tales been shared Of beauties been spared But no one loves a girl with brown hair
She is amiable, i think she's not even a human an angel, the baby ones how can a person be an angel? is that even possible your pure soul, kindness drowned me in appreciation it reminds me of the pure princesses in the fairytales like the kids when they're happy without any reason