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I don’t get why fathers have to call their daughters princess.
Make them believe in fairy tales
We live in a world
Where up until you are ten,
You believe in monsters under the bed
And you’re scared of the clowns in the circus
And to go into the haunted mansion at the fair
Because the ghosts are there
And everything is confusing with the silent ooooohs that they sigh
And then after,
You trespass the gate
Where kids go to parties and have unprotected sex
And twelve year old girls are getting abortions
And thirteen year olds are getting on their knees
For money to buy drugs

That wasn’t how a princess was in my book
Or in the stupid little Disney fairy tales that I used to read when I was five
What is a prince charming with no horse?
Nothing but an ordinary man
Yet that ordinary man became my Prince Charming.
And my dad never called me a Princess
And I never believed in fairy tales or forbidden love
And I’ve never gotten on my knees
To get money for drugs that I don’t take

There are so many girls out there
I walk into my school
And see these girls who think that I (nothing but a mere emo wallflower)
Don’t know that they were at last night’s party, or after school at the park
And that me, nothing but a mere wallflower knows about last night’s adventure.
So many girls that are beautiful in my eyes
And then they let themselves be abused by guys who couldn’t even think themselves into their pants.
While they’re daddy’s had called them princess
And they were supposed to marry a prince to take them away to some far away land
And treat her with love and care and all that good stuff.

I hate watching Spanish Novelas.
All ends the same all the time.
The good girl gets the guy and everyone lives happily ever fucking after
It’s not right.
Because it doesn’t happen in real life
To stay real, I have to cut
But how are they going to show that on TV?
I can tell real from fake when I really look
No drugs for me
I learned from my family’s mistakes
That it’s wrong to do that. Because you end up DEAD.
And I don’t get on my knees, or fuck random guys
I’m just a poet who tries to live
My only fear is losing the little control I have
And you know what?

My Daddy never called me princess.









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On Sunday June 29th, 2008, Please Press Reset (160) writes:
awh, babe... this struck home with me. love you, love it


On Friday May 9th, 2008, RubyXero (482) writes:
very powerful write. sad but good points.


On Thursday May 15th, 2008, Miss Mars (393) writes:
thank you.


On Wednesday May 7th, 2008, Lipstick Whore (397) writes:
You already know how i feel about princesses. This is a very powerful write. I felt a lot of things while reading it twice. Mostly i wanted to hug you and ask you not to hurt yourself anymore.


On Wednesday May 7th, 2008, Miss Mars (393) writes:
awwww Lips. thanks. its alright. i hurt myself for good reasons. don't worry


On Tuesday May 6th, 2008, Anoblechicken (62) writes:
cutting, drugs, fakeness it's all the same, produces the same effect. what you need to realize is other people don't matter unless you let them, it's easier siad then done but just know that one day you'll understand i am a cutter too, at least i use to be i guess you never really get over it, even if you never cut again it'll still always be there in the back of your mind, things like this use to bother me a lot i use to be a druggie, and i guess you never really get over it even if you never use again it'll always be there in the back of your mind like a plague with no cure, put it into perspective... i had to this write is a great write for self development your getting there.. happy chickens!


On Tuesday May 6th, 2008, Miss Mars (393) writes:
i don't want to be like those other girls. making my self thorw up because i don't fit in a size 0? please. that all bullshit. really i don't do drugs. i only cut myself. and i'm happy with it.


On Wednesday May 7th, 2008, Miss Mars (393) writes:
throw**


On Tuesday May 6th, 2008, Echoes of Orpheus (365) writes:
Sad content in this one, and all to true. Well written Mars, good to hear you don't want to be like those other girls though.


On Tuesday May 6th, 2008, Nalle (80) writes:
Well, I never needed a father who called me a "princess" cause I always imagined myself to be the "empress of Austria" (= Sissi) - until someone told my mother to make me stop that cause it might cause some mental trouble... (She also made her cut my hair). But anyway - I agree with you. That is definetely not the world we are living in nowadays. And what you told about Spanish novelas we had to learn in classes ;)


On Tuesday May 6th, 2008, Caliraphy (265) writes:
Yeah... don't think my pops ever called me princess, either.


On Tuesday May 6th, 2008, Miss Mars (393) writes:
and yet, the ones who did call their daughter's princess are the ones who are begging to see them again. its stupid.



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