Mirror, mirror on the wall,

Why is Snow White the fairest of them all?

 

Yes she’s good, kind-hearted and caring

But aren’t we all?

If given a chance we can all shine

But why does the world not recognise,

The beauty that lies in what’s mine?

 

Like the stepmother,

She poisons the apple that is my uniqueness

Which kills the me that I was made to be,

The me that the mirror reflects.

 

Instead, I am kissed back into the life of the acceptable ordinary,

And welcomed by the masses as one of them,

Doomed to be wedded by eternal discontent,

Which wears the mask of Prince Charming.