I refuse to be a princess. I reject the dresses, my golden laughter and my jewelry.
I hate my enchanted castle, my loneliness always surrounded by a thousand shadows.
I’m rejecting my glass cage
The tower, the captivity. Wait till it’s saved.
I deny my fragility and my beauty.
I renounce privileges, status and my castle
I don’t want a fairy godmother to make me beautiful dresses to go to the prom, I don’t want enchanted cars or butlers either.
I’m swaping the fairy godmother for a broom.
But give me a broom
I’d rather be a witch.
I want frogs and lizards.
I don’t want squirrels, rabbits or deer, I want to play with dragons
I deny my whiteness and innocence. I change my kingdom by cunning and spirit.
I prefer night to day. From darkness to light. Only surrounded by darkness can I find myself.
Save me, without waiting for others to. I want to bet on myself, in my essence.
Where do I sign?
I don’t want to spend my days looking at the horizon waiting for my Prince Charming to come on horseback to save me, who is this gentleman?And why do I have to live happily ever after with him?
I want to get on my broom, go looking for him, and spend the night awake with him.
I want to get out of the tower. Fly with the moon and the stars
Because while princesses sleep, witches fly.
I want to surround myself with other witches, other villains, learn from them, with their wits to win the battle against kings and princesses.
I want to fly freely. All night long. Go back to dawn and sleep late and forget about the peas under the fourteen mattresses.
I don’t want anyone to wait for me. I don’t want queens to get frustrated with the midlife crisis, I don’t want envious stepmothers who want my heart safe, I don’t want kings to define my marriage to expand their kingdom.
Don’t let anyone carry me, comb me or bathe me
I don’t want to sing with the birds. I want to fly with them.
I prefer to feel, breathe, live, love and suffer, it is only with the suffering that we come to the true essence of ourselves, I want to touch deeply and resurface from the ashes.
Princesses don’t expose the the most, they don’t choose. They don’t fail, princesses don’t suffer. They accept their written destiny with resignation, patiently, because they believe that in the end they will eat partridges and live happily ever after, or so they were promised. Because they don’t question, they don’t refute, they don’t suspect.
I don’t want to be a princess
I want to choose my Prince Charming. And if possible, let him be neither prince nor enchanted.
I want a villain I don’t love, but make me feel enchanted every day.
I don’t have a castle where I feel safe, I’d rather have eyes that make me fall into the abyss, feel the vertigo by your side. Don’t let him promise me riches, promise me a fight.
I’ll trade the handsome prince for a villain
That she loves me like a witch, not a princess.
May he also be persecuted, so that every day we have to hide in a different place. Let me fall in love with your antics, not your smile.
I change marriage and eternal love for freedom and madness
I don’t want a story with a happy ending, I want to write my story every day.
I’m not one of those people who wants to eat partridges, I’d rather drink champagne.
Live in danger or die trying. He’s grateful to be alive, he lives every day like he’s the last. Because tomorrow, I may be judged and I’ll end up at the stake.
Because witches burn at the stake, but princesses die in life
Then I give back my fairy godmother, but please give me a broom.