IDENTITY CRISIS
While I
Waited
For prince
Charming
To come
My way,
I heard
Many young
Men
In rhyme
To me
Say...
That I am
Such a
Beauty
Without
Compare
That gold
Cascades
Down
Every strand
Of my hair...
That my
Lips are
Ruby red
And my eyes
Light
Topaz!
That I am
Like
A mermaid
Fair and
Elegantly
Made.
An open
Honest
Face
With a smile
To rival
All others
Falsely
Glued
In place!
They spoke
All these
Things
And more
They even
Said
How finely
A horse
I rode.
I heard it
All
With my
Head bowed...
None saw
Me
Laugh
Quietly
Out loud!
For I was
The prince
The others
Were talking
About!
Sure as day
I had
Their say
I did no longer
Need a crown
To prove
My royal
Renoun!
FREDERIKA MENEZES
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