Princess

Even before she had learned how to read,
She knew beautiful girls were chosen
As princesses. All of the handsome young
Men (who weren't gay) wanted girls with
Dimples, big breasts and blonde hair,
And she found out in middle school
She wasn't beautiful, saw subsequently
That girls who were, the prom queens
And cheerleaders, got the best guys.
She sometimes felt like crying,
But didn't. She studied. Her faithful
Companions were chemistry books,
And, when senior year ended, she'd
Made plans to leave for a fine university
Far from her town, while the beautiful
Girls (half of them pregnant) stayed
Home and got married to their handsome
Beaus. It was years before she found
The time to return. When she did, at her
Side was her husband, a physicist.
Not all that handsome or dashing,
But smart, he treated her well and laughed
When she told him that all of the beautiful
Girls were dowdy, and all of their husbands
Were balding and fat, and the castles they
Lived in were trashy apartments. Hers
Was the life that had become a fairy tale.
Theirs hadn't turned out so well.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-10-04 at 21:22

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