So Shall It Be Written
Where is it written in the fantasy:
witches are hideous?
Perhaps it was a girl immersed in light
but not people, storming the beaches
of the library, hunting power in faith.
Just because she speaks a foreign language
they look on the mother, world-weary,
father gunned down on the Yellow Brick Road
and remind her that she’s not good enough for dreams.
That witches are always the villains,
that reality will clutter wet pages.