I am not the one with 

A Snow White skin 

A Tinkerbell voice 

Or a Rapunzel hair 

I know. 

Not at all “The princess” type. 

I know. 

Neither by the practice 

Nor by the convention 

I am 

Not at all a type that’s “defined” 

I am unique 

I am messy 

I love charm and folly at the same time. 

I told you 

I am not defined 

Because it’s me 

Who defines, trims and outlines 

Not the society and its outlines