no fairy tales

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 by mozayik “the souls’ poet” Advertisements