Damsel in Distress
"Wipe the table, sweep the floors!"
The woman with invisible horns said
As she slammed and locked the door
I had no choice but to nod my head
Humming to my favorite melody
Bubbles of memories flooded back to me
Rain poured inside the sheltered mansion
Promised me protection, instead, it felt like a prison
Lady Tremaine, Anastasia, and Drizella
They passed by, wearing pearls and diamonds for the charming prince
The stepmother stepped on me, the daughters followed
They ripped my dress but never my dreams
Cried in the arms of Fairy Godmother
Stuffing my miseries in a bag made of leather
"Girl, run for your freedom and happiness!"
Clock is ticking, I ran with so much eagerness
From a poor pumpkin to a majestic carriage
My glass slippers won't burst into pieces
I'm soaring high like birds, full of courage
This Cinderella is not a damsel in distress
- louvingly
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