Disclamer: I do not own Disney in any shape or form, and I did not have any influence what so ever in the making of Cinderella or any of its sequals. If I did, then I would be; A. Be a cartoonist involved in the Disney animation department, B. Really rich (if I owned it), or C. would NOT want anything to do with this fan site. I do however own the idea and creation for this poem in which was greatly influenced by this Disney classic Cinderella (wow, I can't belive how official I sound!)
A/N: Well, this is my first time here in the Disney section. In fact, it's the second time I've posted a poem on here, AND my second story. Well, enough about me. Let's just get one with the poem -oh yeah, this is a poem that centers around the movie Cinderella if you haven't already guessed:
From Riches To Rags
Scrub the floor,
and clean the kitchen.
The tears in my eyes
are always hidden.
My lifeless face
will never smile
cause I've been a servant
for quite awhile.
When father died,
my step mom took controll,
and now I feel
like I'm left in the cold.
She and her dauters
see me as a maid,
and the the death of my father
is yet to be explained.
It was all set up
-at least that's what I've heard,
but if what they say is true.
is this what I deserve?
Then a ball was to happen
and I felt so exited,
but when I asked my mom,
she didn't seem delighted.
I had to do chores
and make a dress,
but when I finally made it,
my sisters ripped up
and made it a mess.
I sobbed that night
with my knees on the floor,
knowing that my wealth
has went out the door.