Note: This was a draft from 2015 when I was preparing for a Nerd Slam at the College Unions Poetry Slam Invitational at Virginia Commonwealth University. I never I got to perform it, and it’s been in my laptop since then. One of my friend’s convinced me to watch Star Wars after I started college, and Princess Leia has been my favorite since then. When I saw Episode VII in theaters for my birthday in December 2015, I shouted “Nobody has love for Leia?” Because Han Solo, Chewbacca, and Luke Skywalker all got their cheers and shouts, but I was the ONLY one cheering for General Leia! What the heck? I’ve watched movies with Carrie Fisher in it before watching Star Wars, and I liked her characters, but Princess Leia touched me the most.
A woman in modest garb and high buns that show your face,
Your presence on Star Wars has humbled men and women everywhere,
Princess Leia Organa,
I thank you.
You gave orders on a space ship full of men
With such affirmation and confidence,
Instead of a TV screen,
Little girls hoped it would be a mirror.
You made that reflection possible
When Hollywood still had trial and error of
Straying from the stay at home mom,
Or glamour girl,
Facades of how women were “supposed to be.”
In Episode VI,
I wept for you when you were enslaved to the hideous creature, Jabba the Hut.
Stripping you of your dignity into half nakedness,
Villains interpreted it as sexy,
But I knew the truth.
Strangling in your chains you portrayed the honesty
Of the chains by men labeled “virgin,” and “slut,”
“Model” and “Housewife.”
Yes you did look beautiful,
But beauty isn’t always safe or right.
And then you used those same chains to choke Jabba to death
That alien man who tried to weigh you down in insecurities
It was glorious!
It would not surprise me if you were the inspiration for Merida,
A princess of messy hair that flowed as a windy river to represent
A woman ahead of her time fighting along fellow supermen and mortal men.
The first Disney princess that didn’t have to rule a kingdom with a man!
You changed film history in the moment of fear and anxiety
Hammering through you to crush you flat upon being captured,
Instead of playing a maiden,
You are pure royalty as you give Darth Vader a glassy stare
Of readiness and courage.
You didn’t say it,
But I’m pretty sure you thought,
“Go screw yourself.”