i wasn’t raised on fairy tales
i never thought the prince was coming
i did not look or wait for him
to march in on his horse
no matter the color
i grew up knowing
i had to save myself
i had no visions
of royal kisses in the moonlight
on a castle’s balcony
i took care of myself
i had no dreams of being taken care of
or fitting like a hand and glove
i saw the men come
i saw the men go
no words or show
just go
they were here today and gone tomorrow
leaving behind sorrow
tears and shame
but they were never blamed
it was up to the women
to carry on
make everything work
smiling instead of cussing
laughing to keep from crying
all the while dying for some love
Love your depth…..
This poem tells a story of evolution….
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