Once upon a time there was
A girl who wasn’t me
She had handprints on her hips and thighs but still always tried to please
Lips and cheeks of rosy red
But skin required to thicken
Her naive complexion saturated with the virgin white colour of victim
Once upon a time there was
A girl who didn’t know
She was to change the way she seen herself so her own flowers could grow
She came to shore and rearranged the stars
Cancelled her prescription of confusion
The star she caught it held her close and confronted her delusion
Love and lust her heart was lost
Around it was a cast
But now she’s found a fairytale, with a character that will last.
– Maz McN
Maz McN 