Thy call her a weak princess
And assume she's in distress
"Save her, rescue her." They all say
"That poor girl is such a mess"
That's all they think she is
She'll never be more or less
She's unable to fight her battles herself
After all, who goes to war in a dress?
They'll never see her as anything more
Than a girl whom they need to protect
But she is not that girl and she has never been
Their assumptions are incorrect
She can stand on her own, independent and strong
She can lead entire armies to war
She'll fight in her dress and win all her battles
She's no longer that damsel they saw
She'll rule the kingdom and do the saving
Be more than they would've seen
Why should she stay a princess in distress
When she can be the fucking Queen.
CZYTASZ
the echo of her thoughts (poetry collection)
PoezjaThis is for all those forgotten thoughts And all those missing dreams Every single unheard wish In faded memories To ideas lost in the space of time And those words drowning in the endless seas You'll always be there echoing The songs of the galaxie...
