A Grim Fairy Tale by Holly Laudenslager
I was born a girl
whose parent’s died.
Then given to others
whose social status was high.
Papa, the king, but died in war.
Mama, the queen, who didn’t marry more.
An eternal scowl upon her face
as she kept her daily pace.
Hair pinned high upon her head.
“Do this!” “Do that!” She constantly said
and when I’d do one thing wrong
she’d scold me, yelling “Cinderella!”, for hours long.
And once she was done with what she said
I’d get back to work again.
But one day I got fed up.
Ran up my tower and closed the door up.
My window, the only way out
but Mama barged in, stopping in mid-shout.
But I just turned back and smiled
and then I fell a thousand miles.
And I lay among the trees
my spirit, at last, forever free.
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PoetryTHESE ARE NOT MY POEMS! This is just a compilation of some poems that are from everywhere and anyone. No copyright intended, I just really enjoyed these pieces so I hoped to share them. I found these on Tumblr, through school work, while watching Yo...
