Princess to Queen
Somehow my views became distorted when I lost my crown of glory. I was told that I was ugly, fat, skinny, too dark, and unattractive; anything to make me feel less than what I was worth became their deceitful story. They seen the power within me, they seen the dreams that were destined and they grew scared and tried everything to diminish the hope that was always their inside of me. They hid my history so I wouldn’t find a trace of the place that was once great, and built by my ancestors who once reigned over the motherland as kings and queens. They put a picture in my face that they claimed to be of beauty. But when I looked at the picture I didn’t see me. I didn’t think twice in my innocence because the lies were embedded so deep around me. I was truly blind and could not see. I imagined what it would be like to be born of the majority that was revered, adorned, preferred, privileged, and above all the only princesses and queens seen on TV. Then one day my eyes were opened. I saw beauty looking directly at me. My skin looked as if it had been kissed by the sun. My eyes glowed like a flame on a wick. My legs became perfect to me nice and thick. My nose did not seem as big as Pinocchio’s. My confidence grew as I began to love all the parts of me through and through. I knew I was the princess I once dreamed of being. As I developed over time holding on to my principals and wiping off slump from the swine; I became a queen finer than any wine. To my male counterparts who may say I’m stuck up or mean, don’t hate on me because I now know I am a beautiful black Queen!
Although this piece reflects an African American girl’s experience raised in American culture,
“I truly believe all women are beautiful and born as princesses destined to become Queens"
Somehow my views became distorted when I lost my crown of glory. I was told that I was ugly, fat, skinny, too dark, and unattractive; anything to make me feel less than what I was worth became their deceitful story. They seen the power within me, they seen the dreams that were destined and they grew scared and tried everything to diminish the hope that was always their inside of me. They hid my history so I wouldn’t find a trace of the place that was once great, and built by my ancestors who once reigned over the motherland as kings and queens. They put a picture in my face that they claimed to be of beauty. But when I looked at the picture I didn’t see me. I didn’t think twice in my innocence because the lies were embedded so deep around me. I was truly blind and could not see. I imagined what it would be like to be born of the majority that was revered, adorned, preferred, privileged, and above all the only princesses and queens seen on TV. Then one day my eyes were opened. I saw beauty looking directly at me. My skin looked as if it had been kissed by the sun. My eyes glowed like a flame on a wick. My legs became perfect to me nice and thick. My nose did not seem as big as Pinocchio’s. My confidence grew as I began to love all the parts of me through and through. I knew I was the princess I once dreamed of being. As I developed over time holding on to my principals and wiping off slump from the swine; I became a queen finer than any wine. To my male counterparts who may say I’m stuck up or mean, don’t hate on me because I now know I am a beautiful black Queen!
Although this piece reflects an African American girl’s experience raised in American culture,
“I truly believe all women are beautiful and born as princesses destined to become Queens"