The tales you hear only tell one side of the story.
They only tell you the story of a girl whose hair was black as ebony. A girl whose lips were red as blood. And, and whose skin was fair as snow. This is the girl in your stories.
But, her name is not Snow White.
And, she was not who she portrayed.
That girl was evil hearted, bitter, and with an ugly spirit. She was not an animal lover, and she hated the outdoors. But, most of all. She despised her sister.
Her sister is the missing piece.
This girl was older, wiser, and kinder than the girl of your stories. She had hair the color of Amber, and eyes the color of the forest floor after the rain. She had the ability to speak to animals, to speak to the trees. She had a love for every person, creature, or thing she crossed paths with.
This is the girl who had gone unnoticed.
This is the girl who was looked over.
This is the girl who deserved to have her story told.
And now, it will be.
