Vignette
This assignment was inspired by a novel we were reading in class The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros. We were each supposed to chose a specific time in our lives that we feel have affected us in the ways that they make us grow or learn form them. You had to be very descriptive and use as many Literary Devices, such as irony, similies, and dichotomies, as possible while writing our vignette. I wrote mine about the time in my life where I began to mature.
Princess
Once upon a time, I was a princess. I would put on by big pink dress, put flowers in my hair, put my pink crown on top of my head. I would stand in front of my mirror, bow as if I were entering a royal ball, and twirl.
My hair would spin, too. It would spin in the same ways as the dress. My hair: long, shiny. Like a flowey river of chocolate. I took pride in my hair. No other princess had hair as long as mine. No other princess could grow it as long as mine. I triumphed over all princesses because of that; I stood foremost among all other princesses because of that, or so I thought.
One day, I realized that all the other princesses stopped trying to grow their hair long. All of their hair had been cut short. From then on, all the other princesses started worrying. They worried about things like their education and popularity. I did not worry about these things yet. I wondered if that meant that I was now the only princess. Then, I realized what this meant. It took me a while to figure out, however. I realized that I was the only princess: the only princess among queens.
These queens had figured out before I did that the important things in life were not all about pink dresses and plastic crowns, but about your future: your education, your goals in life, and your responsibilities as a person. I now had to become a queen. I took off my pink dress, folded it neatly and carefully, placed it in a box, and hid it at the very back of my closet. I gave my crown away to a new princess, one who had yet to become a queen. I cut my hair. My long brown hair was reduced to what seemed to be nothing.
There is a point in every princess’s life where she must stop twirling. She must accept what is true. She must leave behind her dress and crown. She must become a queen.
Once upon a time, I was young, care-free, and naive.
Once upon a time, I was a princess.
Once upon a time, I was a princess. I would put on by big pink dress, put flowers in my hair, put my pink crown on top of my head. I would stand in front of my mirror, bow as if I were entering a royal ball, and twirl.
My hair would spin, too. It would spin in the same ways as the dress. My hair: long, shiny. Like a flowey river of chocolate. I took pride in my hair. No other princess had hair as long as mine. No other princess could grow it as long as mine. I triumphed over all princesses because of that; I stood foremost among all other princesses because of that, or so I thought.
One day, I realized that all the other princesses stopped trying to grow their hair long. All of their hair had been cut short. From then on, all the other princesses started worrying. They worried about things like their education and popularity. I did not worry about these things yet. I wondered if that meant that I was now the only princess. Then, I realized what this meant. It took me a while to figure out, however. I realized that I was the only princess: the only princess among queens.
These queens had figured out before I did that the important things in life were not all about pink dresses and plastic crowns, but about your future: your education, your goals in life, and your responsibilities as a person. I now had to become a queen. I took off my pink dress, folded it neatly and carefully, placed it in a box, and hid it at the very back of my closet. I gave my crown away to a new princess, one who had yet to become a queen. I cut my hair. My long brown hair was reduced to what seemed to be nothing.
There is a point in every princess’s life where she must stop twirling. She must accept what is true. She must leave behind her dress and crown. She must become a queen.
Once upon a time, I was young, care-free, and naive.
Once upon a time, I was a princess.
This has been my favorite writing assignment so far because I felt that I learned a lot while I was writing this piece. I believe I grew academically throughout writing this because I learned how the use of Literary Devices can affect and give meaning to your piece if used correctly. I also grew emotionally because I had to not be afraid of expressing myself and writing my true feelings because it is those very emotions that you always want to keep locked up that can make a very big difference when writing a poetic piece.