The Modern Cinderella
She walked in with her torn jeans
Her messy hair bun
Her slightly ruined lipstick
And her "no make-up" styled face.
She wrote her notes as the classes went
Scurried to the café, had a coffee,
Rushed to the hotel ,waited tables,
Washed up the soiled rags
And mopped up dirty floors
She slept in a little room off the corner,
With food thrown around
Probably a rat or two or maybe a family lurked amidst those unwashed laundry.
She woke up everyday singing the lavender's blue
And worked everyday as usual.
On a weekend, she walked with her arms dangling loose,
A cigarette between her lips,
And her chest huffed up
She smelled like freshly brewed wine
With a mix of that king's cigarette
Her legs were hurt from all the dancing
Her ballet shoes tattered
But today she danced and danced
And in the end she left her shoe behind
A young man, handsome as a Prince,
Sturdy as a knight
Ran upto her and held out the shoe
To see if it fits
She looked at it and smiled,
"Thank you, but I have a new pair now.
You can keep it... as a souvenir."
And she walked away,
protectively holding her girlfriend
by the waist, tugging her closer
And kissing her by the ear.