Princess NO Name

  Princess No Name


 She traded her last name
 for ruby red lips and shame
 a swollen belly filled with blame
 a smile too small to hide pain
 and a coffin filled with cocaine
 she use to wish upon shinning stars
 now her prayers are answered with scars
 back seats in cars
 black streets around bars
 twinkle twinkle little glass
 half filled with my flask
 half filled with my past
 she looks in a broken mirror and asks
 “Daddy what happened to your little girl?
 what happened to me?”
 happy is what she use to be
 the future is what she use to see
 and now all she has is tragedy
 her beauty promised fame
 her love was suppose to be tame
 she was ready for the acclaim
 because she thought he felt the same
 then she learned that love is not a game
 some people call her Princess
 but really she has No Name

--Z.Silas Herrera

Reviews

[Celtic Cat]

OK, this is my 3rd time trying to review your piece. This website sucks, keeps giving me html code errors when I'm not using any codes. Anyway....

Love this piece. Like the others, the ending gives it a nice pop. Love especially the lines about the glass half flask and half past. Powerful words, hit right at the gut.
Great work.
Write on!
Cat