Cinder is allittle different from Cinderella
For one he has both parents
His mother
And father
No evil step mother or sisters
Cinders Mother has taken that roll
With the constant of another driving her down another path
Cinder is of no importance to her
Her man the huntsman
Keeps her occupied
Cinders father was not one of a kind heart
Yay one that is weighed
A drunken soul that has taken its toll
His father clock has stroke twelve no fairy godmother insight
Cinders knees are stained with bruises
Cleaning and fixing this broken home
This place they call home
This place is not his home
Not my home
Not a home for those who are casted aside
Cinder has mended the broken patches in each parents room
Dusted off the old dust of the past
Washed and sand papered his siblings floors
Helped them with the home work
With any questions or concerns
Of what may come of the future
Cinder had no Prince
No charming man to save the day
Cinder was the Prince
A prince that protected the castle
In which he was pushed aside and claimed no longer worthy
Cinder became the Prince everyone needed
He did not wear a crown
Or a flashy outfit
He wore the armor of his burdens
The pain of his elders
The expectations of others
Cinder was no Prince by title yet a Prince of being
Cinder has yet to claim an happy ever after
One where he will be able to live without the growing pains of living
Cinder dreamed
Made those dreams into posters
Into stories
Into light
And shined
Cinder once buried all he felt
Carried all he could
Now cinder lives as tale
Not only did he shine
He shined as bright as a million stars
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Unveild Human Civilization
PoetryTHIS IS NOT A STORY It is a point of vew of people and life the things i feel that maybe others can relate no sugar coated fantasies...If you can't handel some of it i understand just be respectfull in the comments please ;) ⚠️TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ ...
