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The Real Cinderella
She knows
the elements of the Periodic table
the way other women know Prada
An avid reader of the literary classics
with an eclectic musical taste
she knows as much about
Moles and Avogadro’s number as
some women know about the salaries
of today’s NBA stars
She can seamlessly
integrate and differentiate
mathematical functions
while simultaneously using
the quadratic equation
to answer questions
about the projectile
of a ball flying across the room,
she can curl her
right hand around a wire
and tell you the direction
of the magnetic force
while using her
left hand to give
a power point presentation
on the conflict of the Gaza strip
she is an intellectual
with swag
a unique character in a society
where dumb is the norm
but growing up;
she was the uncoordinated
knock kneed girl
sitting in front of the class
with the coke bottle glasses
the one everyone lived to make fun of
because she didn’t wear trendy clothes
talked like a white girl
acted differently
didn’t wear makeup
kept her hair undone
and spent most
of her time reading
studying
avoiding
the schoolyard bullies
that made her existence
a living hell
she was the poster child
of who not to be
an outcast
burdened with the inflammatory
labels of
nerd
geek
square
even believed by some
to have that dreaded disease,
the “Cooties”
her youth was the worst
her free time was spent
quietly fighting back the tears
as her peers threw their
successes in her face
Going to the Prom with their
soon to be baby daddy,
the future NBA star
they lost their virginity to
after the party for the in-crowd
the previous weekend;they were expecting now
and their life would take on
fairy-tale like qualities
she secretly wished she
could be in their shoes
indulge in their carelessness
be included in their circle
but inside she
knew she was different
the misery of being an outsider
was nearly unbearable
but she stayed the course
investing her time into doing
what she does best
studying
pouring her soul into
becoming a better person
from the inside
the years passed
as one by one the fairy-tales
of her peers came crashing back to reality
single parenthood
baby daddy issues
dried up deferred dreams
and failed delusions of a world
they thought owed them something
because they had potential
and were cool
but even as their lives
unraveled and crumbled
they talked down
to the nerdy girl with the cooties
she stayed the course
maintained her focus
prayed
kept studying
until she graduated
from high school
from college
with her Masters
with her Doctorate
no matter
what life threw at her
she kept studying and working
until she punched
through the glass ceiling
and grabbed her dreams
by the throat
while her former peers
spent their time lamenting
about the unfairness of the world
she was busy reconstructing
her future
In the end
Cinderella
wasn’t someone that got
saved from her dreadful
existence by a Prince sweeping
her off her feet
She was a sister
who made her fairy-tale happen
through her blood
through her sweat
through her tears
and with an understanding
God would never steer her wrong
Brothers
if you’re looking for a wife
you may want to open your eyes
and see the nerdy knock kneed
sister sitting in the front of the class
with the coke bottle glasses…
I believe her name is
Cinderella
A Gift and a Curse (Skin Deep)
It was devastating
yet amazing
a miracle
that she even survived
pried from the battered vehicle
by the “Jaws of Life”
a fresh lease
a second chance
that she viewed
as a curse
it was the end of life
as she knew it
her definition of self worth
stacked
on top of the perception
of physical characteristics
enhanced
by man-made products
her self-confidence
derived from the calculated compliments
of onlookers
she was a pretty young lady
a Queen
those eyes
ears
neck
hair
nails
those beautiful lips
every single detail
meticulously brought
closer to perfection
with a line
a pluck
a stroke of a brush
an accessory
carefully chosen
to accentuate
she was a head turner
could barely open her front door
without stopping traffic
necks whipping back
eyes bulging
mouths hanging open
followed by the smooth grins
and empty words
“Can I holla at you for a moment?”
squeezed in between
“Hey ma”
followed by a full array of
pick up lines
SHE LOVED THE ATTENTION!
the constant advances
the mouth open gawking
the adventure of the chase
the game
the guys bearing gifts
stumbling over their words
seeking an opening
hoping for an opportunity
praying for a chance
In her mind
her beauty was her biggest asset;
the accident was devastating
yet amazing
a miracle
that she even survived
pried from the battered vehicle
by the “Jaws of Life”
a fresh lease
a second chance
that she viewed
as a curse
her skin deep perfection
replaced by lacerations
slashes
bruises
permanent deformities
from life saving surgery
her appearance
forever altered by
the deep scars
that pushed pain
all the way to her soul
her depression
more painful than the crash
she was a head turner
could barely open her front door
without stopping traffic
necks whipping back
eyes bulging
mouths hanging open
SHE HATED THE ATTENTION!
the uncomfortable stares
the mouth open gawking
the discreet finger pointing
the double takes
the partial looks of disgust
the guys feeling sorry her
her will to live
was on life support
In her mind
her beauty was her biggest asset;
In her mind
her beauty was her biggest curse