Fairytales
She didn’t have a fairytale life
With happily ever afters
Or special tea parties
with looney Mad Hatters
She grew up imagining
Prince Charming on a white horse
She was a pretend Sleeping Beauty
who’s path took a different course
Drugs, gifts and deception
Trafficked for human pleasures
No high seas adventures
or searching for treasures
With the smell of sweat and beer
From the next working fellow
She held onto Snow White
and her favorite Cinderella
She wasn’t blond like Rapunzel
With that flowing long hair
Still that never deterred them
From touching her down there
He called her his Pocahontas
His slave of the prairie
Sure she was kinda pretty
But not someone he’d marry
Separation from her people
a heroine needle in her arm
It was the prison prick illusion
That held so much charm
She could escape to her castle
And let her shame drift away
Slip into pools of perfection
While white fairies would play
No one to rescue her
Her Prince Charming was a Snake
So she finally saved herself
By making her own escape
No more Fairytale deceptions
She now warns the girls she meets
“Stay away from pretend Princes
those Snakes run these streets.”
Native women are disproportionately victims of human trafficking.
Residential schools played a role in separating them from their own history, language and stories.
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2021
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