When talking about ethnicity & race
They say it’s hard for children to imagine themselves
In places they’ve never seen
Movies, books and such
And for all of our failures
I Hope it helps them
More than it hurts them
In this land
Of so many broken dreams
I mean Cinderella is a nice concept
I suppose
Other than the reality
Of how many women it tore down, who has no other choice, to help that one girl and we don’t get do see if she even made a good ruler.
Perhaps that is why
I imagine monsters and such
Fantastical beautifully different creatures.
Perhaps I’d fit in there
In all the ways
I’ve rarely felt at home here.
Maybe they’re waiting for me
Maybe, I’m their dream come true
And they can’t wait to meet me.
Poetry