By Maya Haziza, Age 17, California
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who’s the Fairest of them all…?
Her hair was as dark as night
And skin fair like snow
Her lips were as red as blood
And her beauty – fragile and dear
The girl in the woods with a
Cottage of dwarves
They hold precious goods
The Queen
Her heart as black as her fury
A secret plan to kill with her bounty
Blood orange red fruit
And a toxic kiss
She awaits her prince
For true love’s kiss
The dwarves soon leave
And the sorrow deepens
Where is her prince?
Her fair skin and gentle beauty
Remain untouched
