Free Verse
Where's My Prince
When the fuck is my prince going to come? Disney sold me the lie early, young enough to swallow it whole— a man will rise out of the woodwork and save your ass. Why does a girl always have to play the damsel? Why? So I say fuck it. I'll get myself out of trouble my own way — a low-cut shirt for the cute cop, playing dumb for the man who'll change the tire I already know how to change. Screw the princess bullshit, the good rescue, the man on the white horse. I've done fine without arms scooping me up, without being whisked away to who-knows-where. Sure— I delayed some things. School. Bills. Eating, some months. But I made it this far alone. So screw the knight, the shine on his armour, the limo, the umbrella up the fire escape, even the horse. I've got breasts for an advantage and I'm not afraid to use them. Who says you kiss a lot of frogs to find the one? Same as saying you suck a dick to get ahead. I'm all for female power— but I draw the line at fellatio. God knows my jaw's already had enough.
By Chel Writes4 months ago in Poets
