Three Women Made of Dreams

Little girl
With two parents
Each a little
Bit
Peculiar

Little lady
Who wanted more
Than her sickness
Could
Afford her

Little Princess
Mini beauty
Swathed in dreams
Of
Fantasy

Little vixen
Knew her strength
Was not found
In
Reality

So there she was
This virgin beaut
Alone in chains
Of
Destiny

And as she grew
Into her own
She was not
Made
Like you and me

Or was she?

What life did she
This little miss
Offer to
The
Men she met



But one of truth
Beguiling bliss
And promise
Of
Blue Wonderment

Left to roam
The world alone
After mum
Went
To the graveyard

Amelie
Was by herself
Yet only
When
Forced to Face Them

The people
That would never
Understand
What
Lie deep within her

This woman
Alone in her
Perfect world
Her
Daddy by her side

Young woman
Emerging to
The world of
Death
And ugly crime

Wants only
To be given
The same chance
As
Other children

She wants to
Make sure they are
Given the chance
That
She never had



Unfortunate
Souls of the world
She will rescue
You
With her charms

If only
To show that she’s
More than the
Girl
Her surface implies

Three women
So different yet
So much the same
Born
Into cruel worlds

Snow white and
Cinderella and
Amelie were
Girls
Trapped by what was

Seen of them
On the surface
While hoping
For
An opportunity

To break free
To shatter the
Façade of
Girl
In femininity

To kill off
The damsels in
Distress then
Sigh
And just to be.