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CINDERELLA GOES TO TYSON'S CORNERS She's had it with glass on her toes, pointe shoes were bad enough but trying to even job or sprint past pan handlers or make it up the metro stairs, it's a pain in glass. One wrong move and her achilles tendon could rupture. that's what they did to Eskimo women who spit back at men or maybe it was in Africa. whatever-- she does not want her feet mangled like Chinese women's were. Who cares if they are dainty, tiny little slivers of bread. She wants comfort, something to let her move. Who the hell wants a prince anyway she scowls, pressing the gas, shifting for herself. Better to be left waiting on the sidelines to be asked to dance when she can hot foot it on her own to places as a princess she'd never be allowed to even try to get to. (To copy or translate this poem, please contact LYN LIFSHIN) TRANSLATOR and ILLUSTRATOR WANTED FOR THIS PAGE |
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