Transformation

I thought I was Snow White

Alone in the forest, waiting for the one to love

Surrounded by unkissable dwarfs

which I kissed anyway

 

But when he came along

– and I still thought I was Snow White –

– beautiful, unique, the end of his story –

I turned into the bad, mad queen

 

I looked in the mirror and killed with my look

All women around me and all love within me

I put hateful spells together

And drowned my beauty in anger

 

After a long long dark time

I came out of the dark forest

Thought I should be one of many

Should be wise and above it all

On top of the mountain

Strong and free

And I should share him in lots of ways

Be as independent and unattached as a leave in the wind

And bury my anger and jealousy all together

 

But now that I have shared him with many others

Queens and princesses

And I often felt beauty and sometimes pain

I discover that I can still be his one

 

I can be a silly romantic, a princess or a frog,

I can be strong, I can be weak,

I can be a whore in the dungeon,

I can be a slave or a master,

I am the beauty and the beast

 

I can be

with me and with him

And with others

 

And be the one:

me