I’m
not the princess
That
trades her freedom for you life.
You
claim your love to be a rose
But
all I see are the petals
Scattered
on the floor.
No
one kisses a big mouth,
You
say, when I am honest.
But
I’m not trading my freedom
For
your love or your sloppy kisses.
I
am not the sleeping princess,
In
a tower far away, awaiting your rescue,
I
am not naïve enough to bite into the
Poison
apple you claim is love.
I
am not the princess on her knees, cleaning your mess.
I
am not trading my freedom
For
the promise of tiaras and sweaty hands.
I
am as compassionate as a bolt of lightning.
I
am as fickle as the ocean,
I
am the cold, cold, snow on mountains,
I
am the screaming wind, the stormy clouds, the forest fire.
I
am a princess,
But
I am not a damsel,
Or
in distress.
I
AM
the distress.
