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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required [Verse 1] They built their fences high and wide, White porches where their secrets hide. Laughed in rooms where he’d never belong, Called him Beast when he walked too strong. No shoes, no name, just dirt and fire, Scars from hands and hired liars. He kept his voice down, learned to crawl— But they still prayed he’d never stand tall. [Verse 2] She came in lace with a crooked grin, Smelled like roses, spoke of sin. Eyes like winter, cold and proud, A whisper soft, a promise loud. "I’ll fix him," Belle said behind her glass, As if a soul was hers to pass. Took his hand with a velvet chain, Smiled sweet while she carved his name. [Chorus] But oh— This beast was never broken. He wore their slurs like armor, unspoken. They called him shadow, called him shame— But he held the mirror to their names. She called it love, he saw the trap, Her hands too smooth, her heart all black. And when she lied her final breath, He kissed the ground and wept her death. [Verse 3] She wore her beauty like a crown, But spit on every soul bowed down. Danced through halls built on the backs Of beasts and boys they painted black. He saw her gold, her powdered face, And heard the screams beneath her grace. No sword in hand, no royal blood— Just truth that rose up from the mud. [Bridge] When justice came, she tried to cry— But even roses learn to lie. And every beast she ever named Stood at her grave, unashamed. "You feared my face," he said aloud, "And wore your privilege like a shroud." "You smiled while calling me the curse— But now you see who needed worse." [Final Chorus] Now fox and man, now claw and hand Walk side by side across the land. No more masks and no more chains— Just soil fed with old bloodstains. They called him beast, but he forgave. He carved a world from what they gave. And in the wind, you’ll hear his song— The one they feared… was right all along. [Outro] "Beauty ain't in mirrors made... It's in the hands that plant the grave. They feared the fur, the flame, the scar... But the monster's not the one who starves." Racism is the wicked twist of all! Note: Grateful for an 2nd place finish in the A Wicked Twist On Fairytales Contest.
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