No Ordinary Fairytale

No knight in shining armour

Could ever win her favour

For her sword was as sharp as any

And her heart braver than many

No prison of ivory tower

No fire-breathing dragon

No rickety steps and bridges

No evil, conniving witches

No lure of princes charming

No feasts and balls disarming

No icy walls to scale

Yet, hers was a fairytale.

They called it pride

When she left behind

A pair of lovely, glass slippers

For she had glass ceilings to break

So her dreams could soar

Without society’s clippers