Once upon a time
In a land not too far away
There lives a little girl
Fabled in books and dossiers.
She has her head in the clouds
And her heart on her sleeve
But she always wears a smile
Because she aims to please.
This particular girl
Isn’t just like the others
She has long curly hair and
Fair skin like her mother’s:
She is always rather cheerful
And so easy to spot
Yet she’s often strangely quiet
And doesn’t say an awful lot.
You may pass her on the street
And she may offer you a smile
And if you want to know her,
It may take her quite awhile.
She isn’t a princess
But she could still pretend
That in her magic mirror
Her fairytale would never end;
She’d never let it go
She’d make it through the years
And with that certain spark of hope
Her smile would never turn to tears.
She lives, breaths, talks in melody
Dressed in her imaginary gown
Because who needs a suit of armor
When you can wear a crown?
Everyday she’s dreaming
Though it’s nonsense to the rest,
Because she doesn’t suit the role
Of the damsel in distress.
They put her on a pedestal
With the goddesses of lore
Though she’d give everything she had
To have never been adored.
They never ask her for her autograph
Or take pictures for the news
They keep safely at a distance
Till she’s shunned like a recluse.
Yet her smile will never falter
So she’s always picaresque
Does the China doll have feelings?
Or is her porcelain somewhat cracked?
We may never know, my friend,
If and how we have transgressed,
So we continue on until we’ve
Become almost obsessed.
We think that we may own her
And pin her down upon the wall
Ornament her with our labels
As “the fairest of them all”.
And so, with that in mind,
Here’s the moral to our story
If you see this girl, please treat her
As though she's real, alive, and worthy.
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