August 31, 2011

Cinderella's Song



Little Black Girl,
invisible to the world.
What are your dreams and desires,
what sets your soul on fire?

Shy and withdrawn,
sad and forlorn.
Look at me - what do you see,
skinny, black, and ugly.

Heart of gold,
a tortured soul.
Longing to be accepted,
dismissed and rejected.

Never the pretty one,
life was never fun.
Always cast aside,
head still high with pride.

Life goes on - Despite the song.
What do you want to be - Just happy.


© 2006

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