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