Princess Poem by Stefanie Fontker

I sometimes wonder
What it must be like
To never dress yourself
Always with people
Waiting, loitering
Pondering, playing
With their nails
Listening carefully
For the snap of
Your fat, thick fingers
Feet bare, placed
By the hands of others
Into water and washed
By the hands of others
Like you are sick,
Invalid, non-capable
Mouth wide open
Here comes the plane
You only eat when fed
And you only sleep
When tucked in
Only ever allowed
To live when let live