I'm not Ryan Gosling, my body is not photoshopped, these eyes are not romantically made of glitter the way they were imagined as, and surely if you were a bird i would not be ... Because unfortunately i am me.
And as you can see if i echoed to your delusions my yellow brick road is clearly paved for me and it wouldn't be as magical. For at the end of the road there won't be any lions, scarecrows, nor tinmans yearning for a heart.
There will just be me, back in Kansas, Toto. No witches nor emerald coated castles, but a ring in hand and a list of chores. Nestled in trees that have sprouted along with my expectations versus yours that have left me be.
Growing up my mother insisted on wearing red shoes as she wishes to stand out amongst her sisters.
Growing up my grandma was the eldest sister of 11 siblings who climbs trees for piece and quiet, on her own, despite the blisters on her lady like knee and her long line of misters. Growing up i've never believed in princes, but i do believe in villains. For i have been referred to as one by many for the things i want in me. For discarding people as i please, as i get into their heads, as i tear them apart.
Ursula, Yzma, Maleficent, oh i'd rather plot myself an escape plan and lurk in my own lair made of these poor unfortunate souls. For sure i want to be where the people are, but these people have confined me in cages made of routines consisting of numbers that bends into steel cages for me to follow and see.
It's been 70 years, and our roots as Indonesian have grown more intracate than Rapunzel's hair in which i can still see that most of the girls seen with long freshly crisped hair still has the mentality that sooner or later someone would come to their rescue, including this little babbling wart.
Little of us have thought of bazookas and explosives to get ourselves out of their towers, for those things are meant for boys. My high hopes have now grown into scales, and these words that may bore you have sparked itself to be my fire breath. But if only this were an actual escapee.
For if i was a dragon instead, if we were, they would not follow - since till now it is as obvious as a century accented bark that we are still and will never be equal like this.
So much for a happy independence day, princess.
