Cinderella clutched her glass slipper like it was the definition of her womanhood
Snow White took her Prince Charming with a girlish giggle
And little girls believe this is what love is all about...
So our girls wait to be saved
By the boys who need not cry
The fairytale hides in dreams--
we soon find out Cinderella starves herself
for the prince who leaves bruises of hating love
and girls settle for good enough boys
but after a week, or even a day, become boring and dull
We prostitute our bodies for roses, a vacation, maybe a ring
all these treasure hoarded like our very own glass slipper
Sweaty boys would steal our precious diamonds
But we give freely thinking...this is love
They promise trust--honesty--devotion
in return we promise to honor and obey
all the while staring blankly at the ceiling--
throwing in a forced 'oh god' so even we believe it
ignoring when they scream anothers name in the moment of truth and passion
Like our mother's before us we commit the unforgivable crime--
stuffing our girls heads with lies of love
Hoping and praying they will find the fairy tale we could not.
