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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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