I dont want you to be a beautiful princess -
wrapped in silk and jewels
waving impersonal parade waves
to the masses,
prostrating themselves at your feet.
I dont want you to have everything
your heart desires,
or the means to have your wishes
granted by servants
willing to kiss your feet
while you walk all over them.
I dont want you to live in
a white stone castle
upon the tallest mountain,
safe from intruders
and protected from harm...
I want you to be the peasant girl
wrapped in tattered muslin,
with matted hair and bare feet
toughened by the jagged cobblestone streets
you walked through,
to get where your dreams lead you.
I want you to work until your muscles ache
for a loaf of bread and some water,
and when you go home at night
I want you to make your bed in the dust
and fall asleep,
dreaming of being a princess.
Because - someday when you do wear your crown
you wont ask them to worship you,
you wont offer them impersonal parade waves -
You will come down from your tower
to shake hands with the masses,
and help them to their feet.
And you will never use yours
to walk on anyone elses dreams.















Dee

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