Soot covered clothes,
Rough calloused hands,
No one cares to know, no one understands
That girl who became royalty,
I would hate to foil the
The false reality
But does no one appreciate the gravity of this fallacy?
A young girl love deprived
Must make sacrifices to survive.
Women an inferiority
To male superiority
Make a living?
No, rather be mistreated and overjoyed to obtain a husband,
Or a new set of shackles based on rushed love, and
A new life walking on glass,
It has come to pass,
That the girl searching for her own identity
Is nothing to herself but cinders and ash.
So yes, smile, cheer
For now that she has sold her hand
You can finally hear
After her strangled shout of endless doubt.
Countless years of endless tears.
Watch her leave with her weighted ring,
And the empty love of a foreign king.
Sitting like stone in a rotting pumpkin
With a heart yearning for respect and compassion.