Independent Princesses

When we were children, we listened to the stories our mothers told.
We wished so badly to be the princess, beautiful and loved by her people.
We wanted to live in a tower, books and talking animals our friends.
Hoping the prince would come, the hero who swoops in to save the day
but as time went on we come to learn, the prince can't always be relied upon.
You got left waiting in the tower, while the prince ran off and had his fun.
So we climb down proud and strong, the heroes have left us to our own devices.
And so we come to the realization, that a hero can be anyone, so we don't need the prince to slay the dragon, we're just as capable as any man.
We are the heroes of the adventure, and we can write the story an our own.

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