“Rapunzel, Rapunzel! Let down your hair!” A prince yelled to me, once upon a time I was so naïve, but now I’m aware My real story is the victim of crime Now grounded firm in reality A world consisting of more than true love I recognize newfound tenacity If I possessed then, I’d rise above Chasing my dreams, unafraid I would fly No more phycological bars locked tight To my jailer, I’d no longer comply Dearest “Mother,” your fall I’d expedite My mindset matured to common standard Cultural duality between worlds Those I somehow tirelessly meandered My first step: chopping my long, golden curls The lesson I’ve learned from surviving here Is you must overcome all little fear For it promotes distress and disarray And know you don’t need a prince to save the day