The Princess Dress
(a girl’s life behind the fairy tale scenes)
By Krystle Zachary
Please listen! Lean forward now
As we all discover
The typical princess life
While she is undercover…
How rosy her young face turned
As she stared with lit up eyes
And she grasped the present to her breast.
What a pleasant surprise!
A Princess dress, a pretty dress
Was given from the King, her Daddy
With shiny shoes and bows to choose
Oh! Was she so happy!
The girl slipped the garments
O’er her shining head
And she danced around the royal floor
I love it so! she said.
Ruffles, frills, pleats and thrills
Made this dress a sight.
But the biggest thing
That made it seen
Was that it was so WHITE.
The dress made the girl real happy.
She already was a queen.
She felt real proud and perfect.
How she flashed her smile beams.
White as a dove from her Daddy’s love
Who gave this dress to her.
She was ready for her Princess Training
Founded from a selfish lure…
Days passed. And weeks and months.
And then, finally years.
The girl grew up and flowed
Just like her hair and tears.
People came, they stared.
They glared, thought she didn’t see.
But the girl sensed the strife
As she waved from her balcony.
Now everytime the girl
Threw the dress o’er her head,
She felt itchy, twitchy, not pretty.
Was that thrill now gone and dead?
She dawdled down, about
Trying hard to smile,
Trying to suppress her shout.
Then swiftly, surely, softly
Boys asked for her hand
Millions and billions
Were princes from different lands.
But as that princess gazed
With a faint glaze in her eye
Was there something else she longed for
Something bleached and white?
The dress bounced and flounced
From the wistful girl in vain
As she tried to find other than a robot
To truly say her name.
Her dress, which was white, was
Now a little gray
From the constant wearing and
Careless tearing from anxious fiddling all day
She no longer wore the dress
For pride or for her Daddy.
She wore the dress for someone else
To fill her cup of happy.
This princess dress, this pretty dress
Was a little drooped and pale
As this pretty dress ran with the girl
To attract some different male…
The night ended.
The girl hung the dress with careless whim.
The dress kinda slumped. All affected
By her and Him.
The bow’s untied, the skirt, once white,
Was now a dirty brown
From all the rare adventures
She and her new friend had shared underground.
The dress was wrinkled and ruffled
From playing in the Pit they dug
And cold from excitement, they shared
A passionate hug
And because the girl found a Whole New World
She also gave him this,
She stood on her tippies
To give the peasant a kiss.
Now what happens to any princess
Who strays from her built path?
What will become of the girl
Who got caught in this obscene act?
Shots you only heard
Cries you could not see
Blood you could not face
But just harsh, reality…
The dress is now thrown on the floor.
Dirty. Wadded. Torn.
The girl in another corner.
Down. Weeping. Forlorn.
The dress is unreal now.
Its thrill is drained away.
All that’s left in this dress
Was brown, loose and gray.
The princess sobbing,
Her made path was robbing
All her pride away
Naked bare, nothing there
To warm her body today.
The princess dress, once so white,
Was crumpled, torn apart,
As the poor princess, with her princess dress,
Cried from a Broken Heart.
So here are the true girls’ lives,
Exposed. From limits to stipulations
Of having to live the perfect life
Or there will be curses of complications.