When I was three years old,
I wanted to be a princess when I grew up.
I wanted the entire fantasy to become my reality.
I wanted a knight in shining armor to save me from danger,
and let us ride off into the sunset to live happily ever after.
When I was eight,
I wanted to be a writer.
I wanted to write about the little girl who was alone and afraid,
only to be saved by her prince.
Now that I am older,
I realize that not every princess needs a prince.
I will continue to live out my fantasy of being a princess,
But I’ll cut out the parts of my prince,
because I am strong enough now,
to save myself.
Poetry
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I love your point at the end about how there’s more to being a princess than having a prince. This was a lovely poem about not just being a princess but also the process of growing up. You also did a good job of telling a meaningful story with just a few verses.
thank you