Snow White


A poem about beauty standards, and how beauty can kill. 

Snow white is a tale of a girl made of glass

Confined to the future of none

She lives in the shadow of beauty

Not knowing the dangers of lust


Slave to the wicked

She breaks at the slightest movement

For she is brittle she is bare, her beauty knows no limits


She lives in a world of roses

Lips of red seduction

But the control has powered her down 

Into a lifeless glass doll


Fantasy, she is driven 

Into an unreal dimesnion

Of men who call at her will

For all seek beauty

All seek beauty, but it is short


The lust dwindles away

As the last bite of the red apple

For the snow can only make her skin

As cold as ice for so long


@ Camile McGregor

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