Princess
I'm not a princess to be
pampered, put on a pedestal,
or lavished with presents.
I'm a lioness with pride
and a temper that can't be tamed.
Yet you cage me, you leash me,
you put me on display!
My passion burns through in a
rage. I fight, I claw,
I destroy that dreaded cage.
You hold me, you soothe me,
you pick up the mess.
You'll learn.
I'm a different kind of
princess.
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chocolatecastle7
Hi! My name is Samantha. I am studying Latin and English, with an aim to teach them at the high school level. I am very close to my (very large) family and they inspire much of what I write, especially my mother who passed away a few years ago when I was seventeen. However, my various struggles through life have also influenced my writing and made me who I am now.
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