Short Poems/Monologues/Stories

Princess

I'm laying in long grass,
Bright, green, beautiful grass.
It's warm.
I can feel the sun beating down on my face.
I close my eyes,
And drift away.

I see shapes, colors and memories.
I can see my mother,
In all her beauty,
She was my everything.

I looked up to her,
I wanted to be like her.
She was amazing in every way.

But I'm a boy.
So being like my mother,
Is not okay.

At ten,
She dressed me up as a princess.
I loved being my mother's little princess.

At twelve,
She dressed me up as a ballerina.
Being her little ballerina gave me all the confidence in the world.
I would dance through the halls,
And twirl in circles around her.
She always laughed when I did that.

At fourteen,
She stopped dressing me up,
And instead brought me to a man's house.

I was always her little princess.

Now I'm nothing.

At fifteen,
My mother went to prison.
Why?
My mother had been prostituting me,
for almost 12 months.

It's my birthday.
I'm turning twenty-one.
It's in this moment,
I turn my head to the man I love.

Seeing him before my eyes,
Both of us relaxing,
In all of our beauty.

Is this happiness?

He loves me not matter what.
Even though I've been dirtied.
Even though I've been broken.
Even though I've been through the entire world.

He loves me. And I love him.

Now I'm his little princess.