The Princess

Restless.

Waiting for her prince.

Her purpose.

Adhering to expectations

Carefully crafted by those before her.

Desiring to find her place

Within her tower.

The jewels and gold are worthless

Without a deeper meaning.

Confusion.

Still waiting for her purpose.

She doesn't want a man to define her worth.

Not a man or diamond rings.

So she sits alone.

Restless.

Waiting for her prince.

Never realizing her prince was a princess.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world

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