Smile, Grin, Loud Laughter on her face;
Beauty, Fair, stereotypical colour Merida stood at the base.
Perfect figure that she had, with wild fire on her head;
Bow and arrow she caught firmly, no other skills at her bed.
Strong and fierce, different, she is to be said;
Some stereotypes that she breaks, like she doesn't care.
Talking to horse, Angus like a fool, riding in the wild;
Following the calling wisps, the imagination in her head.
Witches and myths, surrounded by testerone, indoctrinated and socialized;
Revolted against her societal norms, turning beauty in to bear.
The bear in her life was the back stage while the front was the queen;
Stood there Elinor with multiple realities she wear.
Innovative that Merida is, tamed the 3 kings;
Flew in the wild to save the bear without any wings
Brave that she is, claimed for her own hand;
Fought the battle for self-prophecy without any wand.
A princess and human she is, different from all;
She makes mistakes and is not Miss Flawless,
She is the one who dresses dark and grey at the ball.
She is not someone to be kept at bay, braver than all...
