Princesses and Drangons

We were told when we were little we could be anything

Little girls could be princesses

Little boys could slay dragons

But what about girls that want to save themselves or someone else

What about boys who wanted to befriend the dragon

Hell what if they want to be saved

From when we were little we were put in our place

Over my bed hangs a sign I got on the day of my birth

On it reads “Princess Emma”

I grew up a princess

Put on a pedestal to tall for me

When I started to grow up, I knew I didn’t fit

I wanted to jump down, or onto something more fitting

At seven my nana told me girls shouldn’t be covered in ink

Girls should be pristine

Girls should be nice and polite and pretty

Girls should stand tall but stay quiet

Girls should do as their told and not question it

Now these things weren’t said to me

Oh it was so much worse

These things were shown to me

Teachers bragging about money

But not what they made, no they were women

They bragged about everything their husbands did

I know all about their husbands

But what do they do

Fathers are a dominate role right?

So what does that make mothers?

At schools there’s father daughter dances

And while they were fun

What could I do with my mom?

When I was in fifth grade I had my first male teacher

He never talked about his wife the way did husbands

He told me I was good at writing

Not the first no, but the one I believed

Because he was a guy and well they were smarter

It was ingrained so deeply into my mind

By my family and friends and teachers

Hell my role model did whatever her husband said

I want the next generation to be smarter

I want them to look up to those who stood up

I’m sick of being a princess

It is time to be a warrior

It is time to slay our own dragons