We are not Cinderellas like our moms
Silent sweet portraits with shy longing eyes
Shattering rusty frames, we’ve jumped out
No midnight deadlines define and mortify us
No delicate glass slippers or lend ball-gowns
Thanks for rescue but we hold our swords
Along with the leash of our own wagons
No drapes hide no frames can trap us now
Because, we are not silent shy portraits
We speak, unlike our moms


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