You sweep the floors again,
You wash all the dishes again,
You dust,
And clean to satisfy the evil that lurks within,
The one that you call step mother,
You father died where you just young,
He told to be nice to everyone and everything,
Because one day all that sweetness will pay off,
Well in the market,
one day,
A balloon flys over the town square,
You think nothing of it and buy potatoes,
The balloon pops and hundreds of invitations flutter to the ground,
You grab one just to see what it is,
You walk home,
Start on making the potatoes into something delectable,
When done you call for the wretched people you call a family,
When no food is left for you,
You gather the table scraps,
And go to your room,
You lie on the old,
Rickety,
Dried out mattress,
And feel something in you pocket,
You Pull it to see the invitation,
You had completely forgotten about it,
It is an invitation to the Royal ball,
You discard it on the floor,
and start to cry knowing you can't go,
The prince wouldn't want you there anyway,
You get up and walk over to the shattered mirror,
You imagine glass slippers,
And a beautiful blue gown,
The price would like this person,
The one starring back at me in the mirror,
You look down to see that you are still covered in rags,
And the shoes on your feet are old,
And warn,
And ugly,
And every thing the prince wouldn't like,
So you never go to the ball,
Instead you scrub the floors,
And clean the fire place,
Knowing you'll never meet the prince.
YOU ARE READING
A leaf in the wind
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