CinderellaA Poem by syzygyI spent most of this fairytale waiting for Cinderella to lead a peasant uprising.Cinderella, when you sucked the splinter from your wound was it pain that brought the hot tears or was it knowledge of your short shift, hem unraveling at the knees? Was it your sister, a dog by any standard, dressed in ermine and gold? These things are negligible, Cinders. Envy is a pinprick, shame a brief conflagration of need. What’s more, Miss Pity Party: you can always f*****g leave. © 2019 syzygyReviews
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3 Reviews Added on March 5, 2019 Last Updated on March 5, 2019 Tags: poem, fairytale, feminism, getting over it, growing a set, Cinderella Author
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