I thought that I had found my prince,
unlike those displayed in the movies but it didn't matter
all I wanted was him,
not a single complaint escaped my mouth

he was the reason nobody recognised my anymore,
though my image remained,
they wondered
where the mirage faded
though feminism remained

I kneeled upon him, for he was my promise ; no shame

he made me a better person
I allowed for my transformation, even the weight came tumbling down,
yet the day came when illusions were shattered,
the glass slipper it fit not, though my feet were made for the shoe, it fit not.
Perhaps my feet were made for the making of another, where I could tread with the one I loved.

I understood why fairytales were not meant for me,
It was her, beauty astounding, her feet bigger yet the shoe fit,
the shoe fit,
you ran to her across the desert proclaiming that she was the one.

My love, how did you forget that it was I that swept you off your feet?
But when she opened your door,
I woke up from my delusion,
the day bid me good morning, fairytales amiss, just, me.