She ripped the sashes

From her body

She tore at soul

Digged nails

In her skin

She pushed her fingers down

Her

Throat

Until she vomited blood

Fat bulging over

Nose jelly rolled

With hate

She pulled tighter on her corset

Till her spine cracked

Her lips

Tasted of vomit

And displeasure

Her cranium

A record

Player

Of

Sit up straight

Be like cinderella

And maybe a man will look at you like that her mother voice in a constant replay 

Her mama

Slapped her chin with a  wooded

Paddle

And

Cracked it 

Against

Her

Chin

Locking Her Jaw In Hate 

She Poured

 Her Soul 

In Watering Well

 By Her House 

She Took 

Her 

Hand

 And

 Ran Through The pail 

Of Her Tears Her 

Eyes Brim 

To

The

Tip

With

Tears

And

She

Dipped

Her hand

And in the water

And washed

The caked

Blood

From

Her

Chin

And.

A mysterious

Figure

Slender 

And

His

Aura

Royal

And

Enchanting

He

Approached

Her

Gently

And

Caressed

Her

Chin

In

His

Hand

And

Trapped

Her

In

his

Crystal

Blue

Eyes

And

Said

My

Dear

Why

Are

You

Crying? said the prince 

It is foolish why I cry

I must

Get

Back

To

My

Mother

She

Will

Be

Mad

I

Talked

To

A

Man

In

This

Form ,

What

Do

You

Mean

Said the prince

She

Walked

Toward

The

Light

Her

Hair

Beastly

Her

Skin

Raw

Naked

Her

Eyes

Hollowed

And

Homeless

And

Glittered

With

Burning

Embers

From

The

Fire

Her

Breast

Pale

And

Blushed

With

Every

Touch

His

Eyes

Made

With

Every glance

Her

Way

Her

Body

Curvaceous

Her

Legs

Striped

With

Cellulite

Her chin

spilt

But sealed up with dry blood

Her lips plump

And rosy

From the faint words

That touched her lips every time he talked

His mouth

Curved

Into

A frown

And

Then smiled

And whispered

Her name

To her lips

And her mouth

And

Body filled

With warmth

Her name may never

Be spoken

By princess

Or the prince

This name brought huge shame

Upon the kingdom

It always brought the prince his darkness

And the reason

He retreats into the library

For hours

He got up on horse

And whispered

Her name

All the way home

He smiled to himself

He was to hold a ball

And invite all the maidens in the land

And dance with her

And steal her away

And finish

What they started behind the palace

When they were teens

He remembered it like yesterday

Her scar on her thigh

From when her leg grazed

Against

The coat hook

When he had her pushed

Against the wall

Stealing kisses

In the cloak of night

And laying

In the soft hay

And covering her naked

Body

For any wondering

Eyes that could

Have scene such

A scene

Of chaotic lust

He called for ball to be held

Invitations were sent

Two years after the event between the girl and the prince

her name never slipped his mind no matter how hard he try to forget

Cinderella took up the chores in the house

You know the story

Her sashes got tore

The fairy godmother whips up her dress and she goes to the ball

I was so excited for the ball

Dressed in sashes

And little trinkets

Mother dressed

Me and my sister

In the  ugliest dresses

But I didn’t care because

Beauty is skin deep

And the prince would love me in no matter

What I wear

I hope he didn’t forget me

I said thinking to myself

We took our turns

When it came

To my turn 

He blinked

His

Eyes three

Times

And

Tilted his lips to mine 

His hands around my waist

Got tighter

He hands reached my zipper and he fiddles

With my dirty thoughts of devouring him in the music of my curves

And he whisper’s in

My ear, I can’t stop thinking about

You

Me too

We are twirled apart

The doors part cinderella on cue is trapped in the eye of my prince

He parts the crowd

And takes cinderella and makes her the queen of the dance floor

And he looks at my face and turns to disgust

And looks at my jelly roll curves and turns his head away

I look closer in his face

And I see sadness

Deep lungful sadness and self-hatred

I look what is looming over him

His father's disappointing look

At his son

Longing

For me

A woman like me

Not an anomaly of beauty

An average

He pushes me aside and travels the secret garden

And u know the rest of bunch of lies

But here's the truth

The real cinderella

Is me Drizella

I am cinderellas Ulgy step sister

Cinderella is lie

Another fairytale spunned

By the weavers

Of dreams

Every kid dreams of being a princess

But not everyone is born with a princess body

And this in end of the tale

Don´t tell anyone my name

I wasn´t always so ulgy........

Once upon an afternoon dreary,

While I pondered weak and weary,

On the cold hard metal of the bus stop bench which makes your rear sore.

I imagined a life where the bus came a stopping,

Stopping timely at my bus terminal - open doored.

"Tis not this day" I muttered "No bus waiting open doored"

Only this cold hard fucking metal bench and nothing more.

He sits across from me

His face hidden in a shadow

So that I don't know who he is

The whites of his eyes sparkling 

telling me again and again

I'm beautiful just the way I am

I'm perfect for him

And he loves me

but

I imagine he loves me

I imagine he sees me as more than I am

I imagine he cares

I imagine he holds me in his arms

I imagine he kisses me

I 

imagine

he 

exists

When they grow up,

He says, I want to be taller

She says, I want to be stronger

He says, I want to be braver

She says, I want to prettier

He says, I want to be rich

She says, I want to be famous

When I grow up,

What do I say?

More confident?

More popular?

More liked?

No

I want to be happy

When I grow up

I just want to be

Someone you will remember

And that's

A hard enough

Goal to achieve. 

Tale old as time

Classical as Mozart

Old as Beethoven

The pages aging in dusty air

Catching mothballs

Yellowing with time

Front cover clawed and slashed through

Gold lettering tipped in red liquid

Placed on a oak wood stand

Surrounded by old petals from valentine roses

Glass shattered tears

Danced on the floor

Their love story forbidden

And guilt ridden with a sinful curse

A broken heart

Emptied of its love

Has to learn to love and to feel

Their names were feeble and fragile

And barely crossed the scarlet lips of people of today

Beauty and the beast

I shall tell you the story of this love story

Look into the glass mirror

And I shall take you to a time

When love was deep, not shallow

I learned to love him

Yes I learned to  love the beast

But I learned to love myself

Because I was also a beast too

Mine just had a face of an angel

As we walk into the castle take notice

of the daunting figure

Hiding between velvet stained curtains

Hollowed eyes piercing daggers into the reflective glass

Back arched and curved

Chest heaved and expanded

And slightly turned on from slight touch

Air of loneliness opaque and slicing through the thick layer of rock

In his heart but barely reaching the fleshy pulp of feelings

Pumping emotion , but no one to receive his love

He was atrophying in his love for somewhere distant

He longed for love real and true

But he was so caught up in the love for self,

But he didn't really love himself that much

He use it for a wall

He blocked out any words of love

Belle came she opened his world

She healed his hard shell of hurt

He learned to love again

He didn't just learn how to love again

He learned to feel

He melted his exterior

He began to embody his interior

Beauty

His heart never pumped the same

His beat in sync with belle’s

He bloomed into a rose

His petals once withered and dried

Now alive with life

He met belle

A woman put in a box

Trapped in the stereotypes

She was told she was dreamer too much

To put the books aside

And to focus on life

Stop skipping around

In la la land

Open your legs and let gaston in

Don’t protest

Bite your tongue

He's hot and slimy

Let him slither in

The town

rushing in with pithforkic 

thoughts of conformity

shall I tell you the modern tale of a real-life beauty and the beast 

come closer and hear this tale of beauty and the beast...........

maybe some other time 

tale as old as time 

song as old as rhyme 

beauty and the beast

So many girls

come and go

of face,

indeed very fair

fair and vain

—vain enough to get mixed up

in the game

a game played by men

with big purses,

bigger dreams,

and opprobrious conducts

so many girls

came and went

bent to scorn

and disease,

braved hunger

till malnutrition

intervened

some bent to needles for oodles of cash

some came solely for few spreads

on that vanity-fair

some of them only made a dollar

a handful were a sex symbol

two or three

mastered the game,

and thus remained in the arena of lights

blinding lights, exciting nights

enticing class

so many girls

bought into that life

of lights and lies

newspaper headlines

Hollywood pop-icon types

so many girls

lost their lives

trying to fit into a box,

a thin line of perfection

imagined by fanatics

where self love lacks significance

and double digits on the scale

an epithet of greatness,

of beauty, of sexism

of Vanity!

You will never believe it! It's just to horribly unbelievable! I must be imagining it, I must!

Things like this are for fiction and just can't happen in real life. Sorry but I am seriously freaking out here along with the rest of the world. This morning started as a regular day in the life of an ordinary teenager. I slept through my alarm, panicked through breakfast and getting myself presentable for school, and running for the bus at the last minute. It was after I got there that the world just up and decided to go crazy. During history class creepy old Professor Dickerson suddenly looked like he was about to puke mid lecture and fell back into his chair. When the vice principal finally arrived to sort it out our boring little professor grabbed him and proceeded to do his best to EAT HIM!!! What's going on! Through all the screams and stampeding of the cheerleaders and jocks to get out of the class room the undesirables and nerds (of which I am one) somehow managed to connect their belts get Prof. Dickerson cinched up and immobile while the rest of the class lost their last meals all over the floor and then passed out in it. Gross! No way am I cleaning that up!

Alligator on bank sunning himself,

waiting for catfish to come swishing by.

Red breasted hawk on shady roof

watching for field mice to raise their heads.

Marsh grass swaying to beat of the sun.

cool breeze wafting and cooling my brow.

Deer herds across the street in woods,

all the creatures in own neighborhoods.

Pileated woodpecker drumming on window,

puffing up feathers for me to admire.

Jump in my kayak, paddle out to the creek,

watch the otters, smooth and sleek,

Eagles soaring and returning to nests,

osprey on posts guarding their young.

Pygmy rattlesnakes looking like necklaces

have a place of their own in my landscape.

This is my home, not far from the beach

all of this splendor is right in my reach.