I wrote this poem because I was inspired by the song "Princess," and because I want every girl to know that they are something of worth.
You Don't Know
By: 3a
A maiden sat upon a chair
Combing her sweet, angel-like hair
She stopped mid-stroke and looked in the mirror
Listening to a voice that in her head she could hear
It told her of people so worldly and vain
She could not measure up, even with her most effortful strain
She burst into tears and leaned over her lap
Sobbing and shaking in her dress of burlap
Before she could finish she heard the horse neigh
And forced herself up to feed it its hay
When she sidled back into her rickety dwelling
She found her father lugging in potatoes for selling
When he saw her he smiled, and greeted her with the name Princess
She frowned and said, “I am no princess.”
Her father likewise frowned and inquired the reason
Why she would say something of the sort in that day and season
The tears began to flow once more
And she leaned against the frame of the door
She related how the voice in her head
Had told her that she had been mis-led
She was not beautiful or even pretty
She was merely a farmer’s daughter, all gritty
She could never please a man
The may ever want to ask her hand
She could never be a wife
Nurturing and ending strife
She could never keep a house
Driving out even the smallest mouse
She could never be the one
Whose beauty a man’s heart ever won
She would never be alike
To a girl whose worldly looks can strike
Her father solemnly replied
With a dullness of sorrow in his eye
That the voice in her head had lied
There was no reason she should have cried
She was a daughter of God, a king
King of all, his angels would sing
He loved her with all of his heart
She was beautiful to Him from the start
She was a princess, and always would be
And someday she would even be a queen
She would wear a crown, shining with the Light of Christ
She would reign as a daughter of God, whose Son is Christ
A man would take her home with love
And they would praise their Father above
They would take sacred vows, becoming husband and wife
And together they would end strife
“You see, my sweet, wonderful girl,” her father said
As I sat by him and he stroked my head
“You are indeed a princess
And you should be a happy girl, twirling in your dress.”
At this he stood, and with a bow
Took her hand and taught her how
Twirl after twirl, he swung his hand
Until she was almost too dizzy to stand
And he caught her in his arms with a laugh
“Just remember my dear, to always take the right path,”
Her father said, and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear
“You are a treasure, and one to keep, my dear.”