The Morning Song

Cinderella wakes up a nightingale,

Rapunzel sings in her high jail.

Snow White lives up with a kiss

The naivete is full of shit.

‘Coz I’ll have you know

Real women wake up and throw

Curses at another day,

A new quest through the hay.

We don’t rise and shine.

We just crawl and whine

With hair fighting knotted wars,

Breasts talking to opposite walls.

Real women have been broken,

And the scars have spoken

Of the claws of experience

Scratching their lives glorious.

Our flaws maybe screaming out

We stand unabashed and proud

As the spotted mirror spies

Every wrinkle around the baggy eyes.

So, step hard on the floor,

Grumble a little more.

Storm into the room

Or fly out on your broom.

Forget what your mother said,

Be you. Be real instead,

With Love handles turning the world

As they all crumble and curl.

So, let’s be real women, Y’all!

Who needs Princes and balls?

Let unfiltered be this flick,

‘Coz #IWokeUpLikeThis.