My latest piece of poetry is a poem in honor of Princess Diana. Her sons are honoring her with a concert this summer, I might as well too. It is about the line between private person and public figure getting blurry. So this is my tribute to her.
"Why do you cry?"
Why do you cry, little girl?
You live in a museum
servants do your bidding
your closet, a shopping mall
your kitchen, a battleship galley
You shake hands with stars, presidents, and kings
dressed as a goddess gliding across a mortal palace
You married Prince Chraming
charging on a white horse
to rescue you from obscurity
Your kids smile when you appear
Your pets swoon in your grasp
Everybody wants to be your friend
Every country greets you with rivers of flowers
Why are you sad, little girl?
Your life is every girls dream
You got the fairytale wedding
complete with a gown fit for a queen
What more do you want?
Why are you crying, little girl?
I must know
And she answered:
Because I'm a little girl
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