Princess–every little girl wants that title. But when they finally accept the fact that they will never gain it, they bestow the honor upon their favorite pet.
the flowers were pink. they were, had been – that way all along.
it was something she was used to. it was something worth relying on, though mostly overall unnoticed.
this tower was to be her home, they’d said, years before. she was a child- who knows how old.
she was a prisoner as the princess they’d made her into.
I must have spit her out they say. She is just like me. A pretty little princess indeed. She has big brown eyes that slant toward her ears just so. Beautiful brown slanted eyes like an asian, but she is a chocolate girl. The color of a reeses cup and the sweetness too.
She sits atop a castle. A pink castle filled with all the most wonderfulest things in the world. There’s a pillow room, a bunny room, and even a cupcake room. Her long blonde hair spills down in cascades of ringlets and waves, and she waves at all little people below. But she falls, tumbling down the side of the castle. The people below don’t make a sound as she plummets to the ground. She screams, her dress coming up in front of her face in huge ripples, blocking her view.
She startles awake to a gray room, her body drenched in sweat. She climbs out of bed and goes to the bathroom.
She looked out of her window onto her kingdom. That is to say, her new kingdom. That is to say, the new land that would be her kingdom when her mother passed. Her mother, the cruel, wretched, spiteful woman who had driven her armies across the fertile soil and left it barren with shell holes. The muddy, bloody, pock-marked wasteland, over which she would soon preside.
She looked like a princess in her wedding dress. It took her 3 long days to search for it, and she was finally wearing it! The dress of her dreams. She could only imagine the happy tears it would bring to her future husbands face.
I use to be someone’s princess. Which was always terribly hard for me. I would never want to disappoint them but I could never tell them that honestly I would much rather be a prince. So, now I pretend I’m not looking for my own princess.
She was kept safe in her mother’s kingdom. But she often dreamed of getting out there and really seeing the world, like an average girl. There was her mother’s bodygaurd, Constance. She was everythnig the princess wanted to be. She was beautiful…and deadly. And so strong.
My wish is to marry prince charles so that i can be a princess:)…… the feeling of being one is just so elegant.Its a feeling which completes a woman, her feelings for always being well treated, loved and honured its a lady like moment.
I’ve always wanted to feel like the princess, to wear the beautiful gowns, encrowned with jewels and things I would never need, to have servants for my every whim. But then I wouldn’t get to love, it would be arranged, and I might have to help lead a country. Don;t think I could do that.
princess, should they only be with princes thats a question for you i say no, why because they might be better than you on the outside but when they look into themselves they will realises that you are meant to be together and thats that.
What defines a princess? I don’t think it has anything to do with royal blood or royal status. Instead it has to do with respect. Daddy’s little princess? That title is rooted in love, in respect, in his caring nature. To him, she is royalty. I can’t say I want to be a princess, but, please, respect me, love me, care for me.
I am a princess.Not because I have money. Not because I own a plastic crown. Not even because my daddy told me that I am (besides my dad never called me a princess when I was little) Not because I was born of royal blood. But because I was bought by royal blood. Because I am literally Daughter of a King. When I accepted Christ in my life, I became a princess. The Lord is the King on High, and I am His child, an heir to the kingdom. A princess. But when I enter into the kingdom of Heaven, my crown will come off my head and be placed at the kings feet, because he is worthy to be praised forever and ever.
Her name was Princess. She was an orange goldfish with billowy, transparent fins that shimmered in the sunlight. She lived alone in her bowl, atop a sideboard, near a window. Princess looked with longing out the glass walls of her bowl, silently gasping for a life that eluded her.
You walk around with your nose in the air, thinking that you’re better than us. You pretend that your opinion is the only one that matters. I’m tired of listening to you tell me that everything I do is wrong. I’m tired of hearing you say the words “I’m better than her” everytime you see a girl you don’t like, especially when you say that about my best friend and expect me to agree with you. I don’t want you in my life, because GUESS WHAT, PRINCESS?
I am not a princess. My boyfriend just broke up from me. So life sucks and I can’t really think about the word princess except for the fact that my boyfriend wanted a princess and I’m not one.
she was beautiful, with long blonde hair, and she wanted to be a princess. “don’t be silly,” her mother said, “you will never be a princess.”
when she grew up she kissed a hell of a lot of frogs, looking for her prince. but life isn’t a movie and she never found him. she wasn’t a princess.
The princess is currently m.i.a. I’m not sure where she is, lives, works, plays, stays, wakes up or lays down. I can’t find her but I sure wish she would find me. I’m right here. Waiting just to treat you like the princess you are. Find me dammit. Please before it’s too lat…
“Oh, come here, princess, give Daddy a hug.”
A pout. Arms crossed.
“I’m not your princess.”
“Allie?”
“Janie says that ‘princess’ is a misogynistic endearment that implies my ineptitude and enforces class values,” she said proudly.
I never wanted to be a princess. A princess was boring, she married a boring prince and lived in a boring castle. I wanted to be a wizard. Or an adventurer. Feminine is boring.
“I was a princess, long long ago.” I say. The children sit down and lean in to listen to my tale. “They tried to get ride of me, but I escaped.”
“How?” A little girl asked with brown braids, her blue eyes shining. I smiled, happy there was someone who stilled cared to hear my past. Not many stilled cared about Anastasia, the last daughter of the last king of Russia.
I am a sweet little girl,full of love and curiosity
and i was once your princess, now your gone and happy with someone else
so be it, you just weren’t the one for me
i have yet to find Mr. Right, but i know he is near
and i will always be a princess with or without you hear,
innocent looking with the baby eyes, but don,t be fooled because i can pretty crazy
when you get to know me, you will agree that i am a princess too……
She wears a crown but no one knows what’s really going on inside that head of hers.
She longs to be free,
to live a life with…meaning.
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By the wills of her father, the calls of the people,
the needs of the kingdom,
The wonders of the palace.
Even if it means forsaking her prince charming.
she’s not a normal girl, this princess.
I am a pauper to the princesses of the earth.
Forever a slave to their unending beauty.
The princes all come for them,
And I am left with but the animals in the stable.
Never ending subjugation.
princess. a word that has been used many times in fairytales, a fact i realized now, at the crowning of my princess-ship. my husband-to-be stared at me, smiling when i looked at him. *sigh* my husband. one day to be my king, he would serve me and love me the way i wanted.
Princess–every little girl wants that title. But when they finally accept the fact that they will never gain it, they bestow the honor upon their favorite pet.
I feel like a princess; one who has been gifted with everything.
My feelings of euphoria as I see my family and welcoming friends never seem to end. The grin that breaks out is one that cannot be compared.
And yet, it is not enough. And I know it will not last forever.
But for now, I sleep and treasure, as I run around my castle as the little princess.
A princess comes only yo fairytales. and sometimes, in real life. You and I can be a princess. Everyone can have a princess.
the flowers were pink. they were, had been – that way all along.
it was something she was used to. it was something worth relying on, though mostly overall unnoticed.
this tower was to be her home, they’d said, years before. she was a child- who knows how old.
she was a prisoner as the princess they’d made her into.
I must have spit her out they say. She is just like me. A pretty little princess indeed. She has big brown eyes that slant toward her ears just so. Beautiful brown slanted eyes like an asian, but she is a chocolate girl. The color of a reeses cup and the sweetness too.
She sits atop a castle. A pink castle filled with all the most wonderfulest things in the world. There’s a pillow room, a bunny room, and even a cupcake room. Her long blonde hair spills down in cascades of ringlets and waves, and she waves at all little people below. But she falls, tumbling down the side of the castle. The people below don’t make a sound as she plummets to the ground. She screams, her dress coming up in front of her face in huge ripples, blocking her view.
She startles awake to a gray room, her body drenched in sweat. She climbs out of bed and goes to the bathroom.
She looked out of her window onto her kingdom. That is to say, her new kingdom. That is to say, the new land that would be her kingdom when her mother passed. Her mother, the cruel, wretched, spiteful woman who had driven her armies across the fertile soil and left it barren with shell holes. The muddy, bloody, pock-marked wasteland, over which she would soon preside.
Every girl is a princess.
It’s kinda of weird that I was just reading stores about princesses to the sweetest little girl on the planet. She’s a bigger reader than I am.
The overused word makes me sneer now. It had a different connotation before
She looked like a princess in her wedding dress. It took her 3 long days to search for it, and she was finally wearing it! The dress of her dreams. She could only imagine the happy tears it would bring to her future husbands face.
She was a princess waiting for her prince. Bored and restless, the princess waits. And she waits. Don’t you know, good things come to those who waits?
I use to be someone’s princess. Which was always terribly hard for me. I would never want to disappoint them but I could never tell them that honestly I would much rather be a prince. So, now I pretend I’m not looking for my own princess.
She was kept safe in her mother’s kingdom. But she often dreamed of getting out there and really seeing the world, like an average girl. There was her mother’s bodygaurd, Constance. She was everythnig the princess wanted to be. She was beautiful…and deadly. And so strong.
Oh… how I wish I could make you my princess and let me be your prince.
My wish is to marry prince charles so that i can be a princess:)…… the feeling of being one is just so elegant.Its a feeling which completes a woman, her feelings for always being well treated, loved and honured its a lady like moment.
I’ve always wanted to feel like the princess, to wear the beautiful gowns, encrowned with jewels and things I would never need, to have servants for my every whim. But then I wouldn’t get to love, it would be arranged, and I might have to help lead a country. Don;t think I could do that.
princess, should they only be with princes thats a question for you i say no, why because they might be better than you on the outside but when they look into themselves they will realises that you are meant to be together and thats that.
What defines a princess? I don’t think it has anything to do with royal blood or royal status. Instead it has to do with respect. Daddy’s little princess? That title is rooted in love, in respect, in his caring nature. To him, she is royalty. I can’t say I want to be a princess, but, please, respect me, love me, care for me.
I am a princess.Not because I have money. Not because I own a plastic crown. Not even because my daddy told me that I am (besides my dad never called me a princess when I was little) Not because I was born of royal blood. But because I was bought by royal blood. Because I am literally Daughter of a King. When I accepted Christ in my life, I became a princess. The Lord is the King on High, and I am His child, an heir to the kingdom. A princess. But when I enter into the kingdom of Heaven, my crown will come off my head and be placed at the kings feet, because he is worthy to be praised forever and ever.
Her name was Princess. She was an orange goldfish with billowy, transparent fins that shimmered in the sunlight. She lived alone in her bowl, atop a sideboard, near a window. Princess looked with longing out the glass walls of her bowl, silently gasping for a life that eluded her.
You walk around with your nose in the air, thinking that you’re better than us. You pretend that your opinion is the only one that matters. I’m tired of listening to you tell me that everything I do is wrong. I’m tired of hearing you say the words “I’m better than her” everytime you see a girl you don’t like, especially when you say that about my best friend and expect me to agree with you. I don’t want you in my life, because GUESS WHAT, PRINCESS?
NOBODY IS BETTER THAN ANYBODY.
She’s a little princess.
WIth a heart of gold and a silver sigh.
She’s a little princess.
With the weight of the world, she’ll try.
With every breath in her fragile soul, she’ll breathe life into this darkened world, because somewhere in the shadows is a mirror.
And when the face staring back at her smiles
She knows.
She’s a little princess and that’s perfectly fine.
I think it is funny how we are raised to believe in fairy tales and a princess life, when the reality is, it’s just that, “a fairy tale.”
I am not a princess. My boyfriend just broke up from me. So life sucks and I can’t really think about the word princess except for the fact that my boyfriend wanted a princess and I’m not one.
she was beautiful, with long blonde hair, and she wanted to be a princess. “don’t be silly,” her mother said, “you will never be a princess.”
when she grew up she kissed a hell of a lot of frogs, looking for her prince. but life isn’t a movie and she never found him. she wasn’t a princess.
The princess is currently m.i.a. I’m not sure where she is, lives, works, plays, stays, wakes up or lays down. I can’t find her but I sure wish she would find me. I’m right here. Waiting just to treat you like the princess you are. Find me dammit. Please before it’s too lat…
“Oh, come here, princess, give Daddy a hug.”
A pout. Arms crossed.
“I’m not your princess.”
“Allie?”
“Janie says that ‘princess’ is a misogynistic endearment that implies my ineptitude and enforces class values,” she said proudly.
I never wanted to be a princess. A princess was boring, she married a boring prince and lived in a boring castle. I wanted to be a wizard. Or an adventurer. Feminine is boring.
Beautiful faces are hidden in tears, elegant fingers are buried in mud and dirt, graceful and slender bodies are covered in scars and blue blacks.
Every girl has the right to be treated like a princess.
Say no to violence against women.
mommy said i can’t be a princess if i’m fat.
“I was a princess, long long ago.” I say. The children sit down and lean in to listen to my tale. “They tried to get ride of me, but I escaped.”
“How?” A little girl asked with brown braids, her blue eyes shining. I smiled, happy there was someone who stilled cared to hear my past. Not many stilled cared about Anastasia, the last daughter of the last king of Russia.
I am a sweet little girl,full of love and curiosity
and i was once your princess, now your gone and happy with someone else
so be it, you just weren’t the one for me
i have yet to find Mr. Right, but i know he is near
and i will always be a princess with or without you hear,
innocent looking with the baby eyes, but don,t be fooled because i can pretty crazy
when you get to know me, you will agree that i am a princess too……
She wears a crown but no one knows what’s really going on inside that head of hers.
She longs to be free,
to live a life with…meaning.
Unrestricted
By the wills of her father, the calls of the people,
the needs of the kingdom,
The wonders of the palace.
Even if it means forsaking her prince charming.
she’s not a normal girl, this princess.
Gary smiled at the beautiful girl in front of him, offering hand hand. “Your beauty is astounding, your Highness.”
She smiled at him. “Charmer.”
I am a pauper to the princesses of the earth.
Forever a slave to their unending beauty.
The princes all come for them,
And I am left with but the animals in the stable.
Never ending subjugation.
the melancholy princess prevails once again. she always does.
princess. a word that has been used many times in fairytales, a fact i realized now, at the crowning of my princess-ship. my husband-to-be stared at me, smiling when i looked at him. *sigh* my husband. one day to be my king, he would serve me and love me the way i wanted.
Why do some girls want to be one?
Spoiled princess? Or maybe just a happy woman. Maybe a princess shouldn’t be derogatory. Maybe it just means feeling cared for and loved by someone.