Heather has a Bachelor's Degree in English from Moravian College and has been freelance writing for more than 12 years.
Another day, another dollar stolen by society's fat cats
People who rule the world with a carefully disguised iron fist
Wrapped under the careful costume of Jiminy Cricket's grandmother
Pretended to be nice and surrogate motherly to those in need
Weighed with strong words of encouragement or disappointment
Could make the brightest Sunflower wither into Mother Nature's ashes
Eight years of a friendly day and nighttime solid as a rock rapport
Suddenly, found a chink in Sir Lancelot's sturdy armor
Unseen to the naked eye until this very moment
One swift jab with Excalibur and Arthur would be planning a funeral
Guinevere's journey more important in this sordid saga anyways
A woman always meant to be a secondary player in life
Never possessed an identity in her own right beyond being a royal wife
Afraid to embrace the darkness of her adventurous needs
Turned to Lancelot as a convenient proxy to being stuck as 2nd class
To the men in her life and cursed by her naturally "reserved" gender
The Queen's modern day counterpart also a somewhat subdued bird
Wings clipped in place behind their back for fear of rocking the boat
Capsizing it by expressing an unpopular personal opinion
One that the Knights at the Round Table won't ever share
Fed up with paying the membership dues to a meaningless club
No satisfactory rewards; except childish gluttony and vanity
Pretending to enjoy the same youthful things that passed us by ages ago
Time to put away the toys swords and plastic armor
No one will ever be knighted unless it's by the Queen of England
Highly doubtful otherwise
Ready to rip the membership dues bill to shreds for good
Feeling the wrath from a wolf in sheep's clothing
With harsh taunts under the phony veneer of niceties
Embarrassed that this former table member gave up their backbone as well
Stomach drained of all joy of thick homemade brownies
Sacrificing the nice to help anyone cross the street again
Unless it's necessary
Sick of getting nothing in return for being kind to others
No longer being a human doormat
Dusting off the footprints and ready to kick the door down
Step back and watch where it falls!
Underneath the kind exterior lied their true nature.
