Linda M. Crate- Three Poems

don't need a prince 

 

broke my glass slippers

because i need no 

prince

i am my own hero

saving myself time and time again,

and they tell you that a woman

can't;

but they're liars

one day i hope to have a romance shining

bright but now i will content myself

in my successes and of dreams

becoming reality

don't need anything more than this euphoria

of being bare foot and by the sea

my long hair blowing in my eyes

the taste of salt and brine

dancing against 

my tongue

as crabs scuttle across the sand and secrets of

old and new wash up upon the shore

with the shells.

the only me 

 

they pity me

when they see 

my bleeding toes,

but what they don't realize is

that i've broken glass

slippers and shattered the realms 

of conformity and normalcy

ventured out into the realms of my heart,

and i'm making my dreams come

true;

all they want for me is marriage and children

while those things would be nice

my independence is my gift right now and

i am making dreams wash upon my shore a reality

so i'll focus on the things that make me

happy

sing songs to the ancient moon

for she is my mother and forever i will shine

just like her

with or without a hand to hold

i am complete and i am magnificent and beautifully me

my super power being that i am me and the only

one in the universe.

they're the ones to pity, not me 

 

they must think i'm some ghost

all these moments

spent alone

are treasured because there are times

you must face the world

on your own

there won't always be someone there

to catch you unless you are

able to catch yourself,

and so i break their glass ceilings with my

angry fists and bleeding soul

because one day these dreams will be realities

leaving room for new dreams;

they seem to pity me

when they see me by my lonesome,

but i pity them for not embracing their individuality

and gifts and insisting upon being the same

boring shade as everyone else they

know.