Battle

There was a time

A time before hair under arms

A time before bras and makeup

 

A time where I’d have rather been a warrior

Than a princess

 

And it wasn’t because I hated pink

Though I did

 

And it wasn’t because of the swords

The wooden ones

That I fought my dragons with

 

It was because of the books

 

The books that told stories of girls

With their hair cut short

 

The girls who rescued the princes

And didn’t need to be saved

 

The movies, the TV

It showed me girls

 

With long blonde hair

And small waists

 

And big blue eyes

 

They waited in their towers

Or their forests

Or their palaces

 

They waited or slept

Being pretty and helpless

Until their prince came

 

I was a fighter child

 

I got tired of waiting

 

Sleeping bored me

 

And a prince was nowhere in sight

 

My books and I,

We jumped from the tower

 

We grabbed our weapons

We burnt our dresses

 

And we stood together against the dragon

 

The dragon

That had started to suspiciously look more and more

Like the blonde haired

Blue eyed

 

Sleeping princesses

 

Reviews

[Ashley Armstrong]

I loved this poem. I like your imagery. And you're right, we wont get anywhere waiting for our Prince to come. Being pretty and helpless doesn't always work. You did a great job on this.