The Misinterpretation of Disney

its bed time, time and time again for another story
of broken princesses and handsome princes
who spin webs of fairytale lies and spit toxins on little children's souls
no, honey, you will not grow up to be as pretty as cinderella
and no, son, your muscles will never be as big as her prince
but the innocents don't know this yet, so spin me another to tell
to my own children, who will look at me with big brown eyes and whisper,
"oh, mommy, will i be that pretty?"
and i will touch her dark hair and smile, and i will laugh, and i will lie
"yes, you will."
because that's what they wanted us all to believe.