Safely among the cinders
Where I am content
I have my purpose
Sew sweep mop cook clean and serve
Busy hands, calm mind
Well-meaning fairy
Dress, glass shoes, horse-drawn carriage
To the ball I go
Shocking, the display
Finery frills fripperies
Lace wigs makeup gold
Wiles and eyelashes
Vying, flattering, falsehood
Petty, cruel, selfish
Fawning on the prince
Idle chatter, scheming words
Harpies and sirens
Malicious glances
Weigh on me like the ball gown
Flee, flee, run away
Slipper left behind
Good riddance, evil footwear
The clock strikes midnight
Back where I belong
Not an ornamental wife
I will be myself.
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