Poem: The Ugly, Hairy, Indian, Prince.

 

There were times I felt you were like a knight in shining armour.

I  was  Snow White sleeping in the forest waiting for you to kiss my lips tenderly.

You galloped on your stallion towards me.

Of course, being unconscious, I was hoping for a future.

You said we should  move away to New Delhi or Hyderabad.

This illusion was attractive and enticing traveling to an exotic country.

I thought you were charismatic,  exciting, and  gregarious.

You grabbed me and kissed me ferociously but it wasn’t passion I tasted, it was fear.

I looked up to you staring at your brown pudgy face and  bloodshot hollow eyes.

I asked you ” why are you always drunk and high all the time?”

You answered ” I guess smoking up clouds my sense of reality.”

The stench of marijuana  and alcohol was on your breath.

All the  seven dwarfs laughed as you slurred your words like a vagabond.

A taste of you was like eating burnt ashes.

I was so disappointed I should have just slept for an eternity.

The wicked witch poisoned apple did work.

Your ugly face proved you weren’t really prince charming.

The dwarfs chased you away and I returned to the enchanted forest.

I still  dream of a real knight in shining armour that wasn’t an alcoholic or a drug addict.