Once upon a time,
That's how we start them,
And expect the end to be sublime.
To this sad frame, our stories we condemn.
The maid in need of saving,
Pining for her prince strong.
The lad facing situations challenging,
Winning the day, one immortalized in song.
God forbid my story should be thus structured,
No, any man who sees me only as a lady fair-
His glory, he'll find, will be punctured,
From his grip, the heroism I'll tear!
My story will be one that I will tell,
Defined by dreams of my own.
From the aforementioned ideas I'll rebel!
I only hope that this does not doom me to tell it alone.
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