Once upon a time,
the princesses got tired.
They were done
they deserved to be.
And the fairies
that the fairy tales were about,
the fairies
that were written out
with their striking beauty
their perfect manners
their dresses made of silk
satin
and other fabrics
no one really cares
what the fabrics were named
they all really meant
my rich family
pays for me to be dressed
in a million riches
because girls should look rich
even if they're not
because their husbands
own everything.
Those fairies
rebelled
the broke the words
the smashed
and crinkled
burnt
destroyed
all the words
that made them beautiful
the words that gave them perfect etiquette
and the words that wove their dresses.
Once upon a time,
the fairies
broke their stories
and started writing new ones.
Posted in response to the challenge International Women's Day.
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