The Realest White Out There
A princess, a step mother
Neither nor, liked each other
The queen desired beauty
In which she saw in Snow White
So she spoke to her mirror
“Who is fairest? Me or her?”
“Out of all this land, it’s she”
“If this is so, she must die”
Snow White overheard the queen
For she had a booming voice
“What is this you are saying?”
Questioned the alarmed Snow White
“You aren’t going to kill me
So you better listen up
Both of us hate each other,
Yes, this is very much true,
But that mirror in your hand,
In this room, he hates me most,
That mirror once asked me out
But I straight rejected him
He's a mirror, I'm human
Can't you see that that is wrong
Mirror knows of your temper
So, of course, he wants me dead
It's quite pathetic of him
Won't get his own hands dirty
So do you see what I see
A lonely, vengeful mirror
And besides that, to be honest
I'm afraid to say, you're hot
Them brows on fleek, don’t forget
Not to mention that body
I don't like you, but damn girl
You got dad to marry you
My dad, KING, for goodness sake
And girl, if you weren't marry
The village men want you too
Don't listen to some mirror
You know that you're attractive
Don't need mirror's acceptance
You are slaying on your own"
The Queen, astonished, by White
Unable to say a word
Came to understand Snow White
"Even though I dislike you,
You've got a good point right there"
And a new queen was reborn
As she shattered the mirror
"I don't need his acceptance
I am hella good looking"
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