Her nails are painted pink,
And her lips are glittering.
Her cheeks are done up right,
And her hair’s pulled back tight
As she opens up her mouth
And takes another bite
Of the apple.
There’s nothing more to do;
She is bored in the woods;
And since she’s tired of the sweeping
For the seven little men,
She takes a bite and falls asleep
To wait for the prince
Arriving in the end.
And,
Perhaps she was a beauty,
But who can tell that now.
And she wanted to dream also,
But just didn’t know how.
When her head hit the pillow,
She was in the deepest sleep.
And some say she’s Sleeping Beauty;
Other claim that she is Eve.
Dressed in white in chains of silver
In the coffin hanging still,
Punished for the biting of the apple
In the cave up by the hill,
She would wait for a man’s mercy
With no narrative free will.
And the children know the story;
We can all tell how it ends:
In rides a beautiful prince charming
Or some other man of circumstance,
And he saves her without effort,
Planting that one magic kiss.
And nobody ever questions
If to wake up was her wish.
Certainly he gets the lady,
Marries her as is his right.
From the coffin on the mountain
To the wedding bed she flies.
Chains of gold replace the silver,
Matrimony’s her new cave,
Searching for another apple
Lying still besides her husband
She has to wonder:
Who was really saved?
And her nails are chipped and brittle,
And her lips are cracked and sore,
Her pale cheeks are fallen in,
And he treats her like a whore
As she opens up her mouth
And takes another bite
Of the apple.
There’s nothing more to do,
She is stifled in her rooms.
She’s grown tired of the weeping
Not having a chance to choose.