What if Cinderella kicked the Prince
when he tried to put the slipper on,
gave him a good, swift kick in the ass.
Shouldn’t he have recognized her even without the glitz?
I think my Prince Charming
will tell me he loves the way I look,
even in the morning when my mascara
drips down my face like a raccoon.
He’ll say my snoring is cute,
and my face is a becoming shade of pink,
when I’m having a hot flash.
I think the fairy Godmother
should have turned that Prince back into a frog,
or his head into a pumpkin…
for not seeing, that a girl with ashes on her face,
is much better than a fantasy,
that just disappears at midnight.
© Tamsen Grace
Excerpt from the book Dismantling Cinderella
About the Author
Tamsen Grace is a published poet, a Ford Model of Courage and a cancer survivor. She has been published in many anthologies, magazines and online poetry sites. She has two poetry books Skeletons in My Closet and Dismantling Cinderella both published by Creative Talents Unleashed.
Tamsen Grace lives in the Midwest with her children. She enjoys reading, writing, biking and teaching children Martial Arts.
Visit Tamsen’s Author Page At www.ctupublishinggroup.com/tamsen-grace-.html