Once upon a time,
in a tower- tall, far and kept away
a secret princess in her day
Her father, the King
made a mistake he could not take back
and so he locked away his daughter, Rapunzel
because she was Black.
Rapunzel's skin was unfixable
Her hair, untameable
The king sent the little short-haired black girl
off to the tower-- unsaveable.
Years and years alone
Rapunzel only had her hair to tend
The more it grew, she noticed it held magical gifts
It could move, protect and mend
Rapunzel and her ringlets danced in circles
until everything around became blurred
Other nights they cried together
wondering if anyone cared where they were
By the time she was 18
Her hair had grown seventy feet long
Rapunzel and her thick, winding curls
would prove to be strong.
Rapunzel cast down her hair
and was amazed to see that the ground
and the ends of her hair lay there
She cried and she cheered,
"Now I can finally escape this misery!"
It never occured to the King nor to Rapunzel:
Her coarse, curly hair is what would set her free.
Upon the following morning,
Rapunzel chopped her tresses
in order to create a ladder
that would guide her out of her oppression
In she went a short-haired girl
Out she came a short-haired woman
Black feet, bare and reconnected with soil
and a raging heart drumming beneath her bosom
She made her way
to the King's home
where everyone looked foreign
but in fact some of them were her own
"Who is this Negro?!"
the king blurted with a dumb tilt of his head
"I am the princess. My name is Rapunzel."
His daughter said.
You could hear the King's heart drop
as he stared at someone he deemed tragic
What he did not know, however,
was that this Black girl was Magic.