Cinderella Story... Poem by Aleksandra Szymanska

When I was a child I told my mom I wanted to be Cinderella.
‘That's hard, my dear', she replied - ‘you won't find any fella'.
Time has passed, I've lost my footgear so many girls wanted to claim;
I've searched for it everywhere, being always the one to blame…

Alas, I've lost it, let it be, let others take my place and have fun.
Now I am dangling my bare feet above the head of every man.
This means I am totally free to think, to do whatever I want -
I've climbed my shelf and look at the world from the highest 'MOUNT'…