just once, she would like to
lay down on the floor and cry, cry, cry.
stay there silently in her lonely tower,
patiently awaiting her charming prince.

waiting for him to slay her dragons and
carry her away on a white horse.

and yes, it goes against all her
feminist beliefs and Equality For All! marches,
but she can't help it.
she's tired of fighting, tired of
pounding on unyielding walls and screaming at the top of her lungs,
searching desperately for a way out.

just once, she would to
lay down on the floor and cry, cry, cry.