It's All About Appearance

Looks are everything, you see, so there's
Our sister, our step-sister, Cinderella, dancing
With the prince. Where did she get that gown?
He smiles like a crocodile. He'll have her in bed
Before the ball officially is done, and we,
Less lovely, educated, see ourselves shown
To the door. Perhaps she'll set her hook in him,
And he, not all that bright, we've heard, will
Bend his knee and take her hand, and our
Stepsister, also dumb, but pretty, will become
A princess. We, in turn, will go back home
To hearths grown cold. There won't be suitors.
Mother says we should be brave, but education,
Clever quips, seem not to be of use these days.
The one who might have warmed another's
Winter goes uncalled, unheld, as looks
Are everything.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-08-09 at 00:45

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