DAMSEL IN DISTRESS

No matter how strong she looked

No matter how powerful she was

No matter how independent she was

No matter how much wealth she had

Hidden within her peacock-like being laid a damsel

A damsel who wanted to be rescued by a prince

She was a damsel in distress

They were all fooled by her castle

They were carried away by her grace

They were all blinded by her beauty

The diamonds on her ebony skin distracted them

Her scepter made them bow

But within her royal cocoon laid a damsel

A damsel in distress

They all craved this life

They played dirty politics

They envied her throne

They worshipped her crown

They were all ignorant and blind

Cos they still couldn’t see this damsel

This damsel in distress

Royal principles

Royal poise

Royal feasts

Royal curse

Royal agony

Royalty was the theme

Royalty…but in distress

She had learned to endure it all

The pain

The cravings

The silly wish to be free

This was her life

She was and would always remain

The damsel in distress

By Sylvia Chika

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