Once upon a time,
I believed I was a princess
held captive in an ivory tower;
I must have been four or five.
There came a time when protection was rescinded
the mad King made his move
and no longer was I the pretty princess
I had become a child to mold.
My self loathing, my desire to hide
took me down roads no one should travel.
No woman should believe that her worth
is based upon sexuality.
I crept and crawled, pulling myself along
While the demons within wailed and fought
to be free.
I explode free from notions and conceptions
I retain the right to mold myself
to come back from the horror within.