Once Upon A Time.

Of course.

She was turned out by her evil stepmother.

Of course.

To be murdered by the Huntsman.  Who changed his mind.

Of course.

And then taken in by 12 Dwarfs.

Well, that’s not exactly normal.

So they asked her to do lady stuff, like cook and clean.

Of course.

And then the apple arrived.  And she bit it.  And coma-ed.

Again.  Not exactly normal.

Then the Prince arrived to kiss her.  Looked closely.  And declined.

What.  The.  Heck.

Because you see, dear reader, Snow White is not White at all.  She is black.

Ah, the non-fairy tale twist.

And the Prince, a white privileged boy, doesn’t want to kiss her.

Because though he doesn’t consider himself racist.

He is.  He is.

And plus, his mum, the Queen wouldn’t approve.

Of course.

So he leaves with a few dwarf diamonds in his pocket.

And the Dwarfs wonder.  Perhaps, they should have gotten to know her better.

Instead of her cooking and cleaning skills.

They could have talked of lives and hopes and dreams.

Then.  They could have found her a better match.

Of course.

So she lies.  Sleeping, yet not.  Vines encase the glass coffin.

Color-blind animals bring fruits and flowers.

And along comes the Huntsman.  Who has lived his life among the animals.

Who knows not of skin or race.  But only of beauty.

And beauty, is surely, within the glass coffin. 

Of course.

So he opens it.  And kisses her.  And eventually, eyes open and meet.

It must be love.

It must.

But today, nothing is assured.  Just this.

In the fairy tale ending.

A white horse and castle are nice.

But empathy, so rare, akin to love.  Is better.

Of course.

So off they go.  Snow and her Huntsman.

To make a go of it in the real world.

Where the evil stepmother is the simple obstacle.

Where the poison apple is the good present.

And the happy ending, is boldly missing.

Of course.