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Begging for money and food on the street
Dreaming someday her Prince Charming she’ll meet
Someone to love and sweep her off her feet!

Her prince has arrived, he stops at her spot
He chats her up nicely….she likes him a lot!
Before you know it, they tie down the knot!

Is it really happening, could it be true?
Has Cinderella found her real glass shoe?

He runs her bath and scrubs her real clean
Her beauty shines through, like a pot in sunlight would gleam 
The filth of her past... flowing down the drain like a stream

He wines her, and dines her and treats her like a queen
Little be knowing it’s just a false screen!
He spoils her rotten with his woos and charms
Buys her gifts, diamond bracelets dazzling down her arms

A few months passed and things went well
Then comes the tales her nightmares will tell

He catches a glimpse of her dirty pink gown
Walking down the street in her onesie like a clown
Big bunch of unkempt hair, he thought he could drown
Off she goes without a care
Here comes the tramp, the neighbours would gossip & stare

Embarrassed by her looks, he pulls her through the door
Clothing and wine bottles scattered all over the floor
He slaps her around, and throws her against the wall
She cannot scream for help, there is no one to call

He pulls her up and drags her to the bed
The edge of the pedestal catches her head
She feels too weak, she cannot win
Enduring the pain, while he penetrates her skin
She feels like a whore and he’s the king pin
She curls her up and starts to cry
He cuddles her gently and sings a lullaby 

He brings her flowers, for her trust to gain
A few weeks passes and he would refrain
Until the beatings flare up again

Choking & punches she could no longer deal 
Beatings and hidings, only pain she could feel
He locks her inside for her wounds to heal

She has to get out alive while she can
To free herself from this once loving man
She packs her things in the middle of the night
And runs away before the dawn of daylight 

Scars and bruises the story of her life
Cuts and brazes, remnants of a knife

Back to her carefree life on the street
Begging for money and food in the scorching heat.

Written by:  Farah Diba Pastor
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