“Get back in the kitchen”
It’s where I belong
To clean after others
Though I never sing songs.

I’ll bide my time wisely
Sew on with a smile
While squirreling money
I’ll be rich in a while.

I’ll wait for the ball
My chance to escape
Regain control and
Determine my fate.

Not looking for charming
Though no doubt he’s sweet
I’ll slip away quickly
With wings on my feet

No glass for these slippers;
I saw through the ruse
Far too impractical
For this street-smart muse

And away in my pumpkin
No more scrubbing on knees
A world now awaits
And I do as I please!

Photo courtesy of Lo Sarno

Categories: PoetryTags: Cinderella, Fairy tales, feminism, Poetry