Cinderella - the chosen child
Cinderella
I step out onto the ballroom floor
The room settles into silence
After the sounds of the onlookers
Catching their breaths
And apart from the whispers
Of old maids
Gathered in clusters
Outlining the edges
Of the ballroom
No one is so stunning
In their evening gown as I
No one will ever glisten as I do
Be as soft-footed
Or sure-footed as I am
As soft-spoken as I am –
The lady. The princess.
Where did I come from?
Who am I?
You see...
Chosen children
Never get part of a dream.
Chosen children get it all.
We know that, don’t we.
This is my moment.
I have captivated the audience
I have entertained the passions of princes
And the wildest dreams of young ladies
But you see?
You have seen the soiled linens.
You know that under this guise
Is Cinderella.
No matter how pure and tender
And warm in heart
How shining, sparkling or twinkling at the ball...
Your wall came at the ashes,
At the cinders...
And because that’s all you’ll ever see,
I’ll never have so much fun at the ball
As a chosen child
Was entitled to.