Morning Murmurs

Sometimes, I wake up to murmurs. They only rest once they find an outlet. This a morning murmur

I never wanted to be princess. I found the thought revolting.
I was told, however, I carried the potential to secure the position of princess.
"If you play your cards right", they said, "you could become Queen"

I wanted to be Queen.
So I studied more than my peers,
Slept less than my peers,
Ate less than my peers,
To secure the qualifications to become Queen.

Only to be told,
I angered the Prince, the King and the Kingdom.

The Prince, the King and the Kingdom
held the right to bestow the title I craved.
"Your ambition is your tragedy, " they said, "you flew to close to the Sun"

I sat in anger.
I sat in resentment
I swallowed my pride.

In time. the Prince offered me the fortune to be princess.
I was tame. He desired a wild animal, tamed.

My anger subsided.
So did my resentment
I noticed my pride emerge

I smiled at the clowns,
The Prince, the King and the Kingdom:
clowns who never earned their place,
but believed in their right to bestow titles on humans who
they considered inferior, in need of protection.

My reign as the Queen had already begun, not,
in the wasteland of a Kingdom they held.
But in the Queendom, I built
to re-write history such that they will never be
A prince, a king or a kingdom

And no princess would ever be told,
she flew too close to the Sun

Noora