Poetic Flair

The princess and the pauper

I'm envious of how they live
The contentment in their eyes,
where I can see the true love lies
Unlike in myself, how long can I perceive?

I don't want to live anymore in the street
Where every turn, I face death because of hunger
I want to be on that castle and filled my tummy
But fate decide this is the life that I deserve

These beautiful embroideries;
Living together with royalties —
Twinkling pearls, and grandiose ivories,
That cost a lot of pennies —

I'm styled by dribs and drab clothes
Living together with disease, immorality and havoc,
Half beating greedy heart and envious dead eyes
Give me money and let me enjoy this life of mine

What if I sell this?
To a merchant who wants richness without finis
This is such a great idea of a little princess like me!
Helping them and feel their fervency in me

I want money but I don't have any
While that rich princess don't want any of it
I can't believe life is fair by being unfair
If only I knew some witchery to switch place

So my mother finds it very farcical.
"Peasants are fardel," she said in disgust.
And left me feruling my hands, indeed!
I can't gainsay and continue my jealousy to that little commoner's life

My riches are my family, once upon a time
But my sick mother and drug addict father already died
Now, I'm alone with my vicious desire to keep me going
I gonna get all your possession, princess, be ready

Where's the family that we call?
My parents always dictating me all in all
Enlighten me until I feel love in the name of Sol
It saddens me; I miss how my family and I even just doing some persiflage

How to be you royal princess?
It sadden me that equality is a far away dream
Why my life have to be hard like this?
Maybe I infuriated the deities to make me suffer

How to be you little commoner?
You have freedom and it feels like forever
The love and affection; myself coveted thine plain complacency.
Can I switch my way of life to you, in that way?

From afar I saw the princess wearing a sad smile,
Yes, she still have her family and extravagant properties
But what's her difference from a pauper who doesn't have anything?
We're just the same; our soul's lonely and unsatisfied

In collaboration with: Marchene Banzwerschzky