4.24.2010

diary of a disposable queen

she thought life was a fairy tale
she believed that she was born a princess
and would one day be queen
she purposely pushed away frogs, fools, and friends
patiently positioning herself for prince charming
she believed that she was much more than a peasant
so when he(i) foolishly smiled in her direction she didnt waste time
dismissing his delivery
and laughing as if she was out of his league

see her life was a fairy tale
where she
chased after championship rings, champagne flutes, and something called chinchilla
she swore that she would get off the block
because boys with block dreams seemed to permeate her palace
and she was predicted to be the picture of perfection
so when he(i) foolishly smiled in her direction
she paused, posed then
looked because he surely couldnt believe that he suited her status

see her life was a fairy tale
and she sat solo
somewhere between fantasy and fiction
telling tall tales
talking about perfection like she was glenda the good witch
hiding her reality
because she wanted to be queen
so when he(i) tried to tell her that he was KING
she was so caught up in circumstance that she
chased chariots with spinning wheels and ill advised financial deals
she never noticed him standing by her side holding her crown
she never paused posed or pictured he(i)
perusing more than just block ambition
because just as she
was dreaming of being a queen
he
was living to be KING

(?uiet da artist/copyright 2010)