Cinderella

|| Noun ||

She put on her crystal heels
And tied her hair in curls
To her debutante ball
Dressed in pretty frills
Armed with a voice to kill
And eyes of baby blue skies
She became the spotlight
Of gossips and lies
When the clock strikes home
Her feet red and sore
She picked up her skirts
And fled through the back door
She’s somewhere at this time
Scrubbing floors with dirty rags
Hands coarse and wrinkled skin
Looking miserable and fag

– a.h.

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