Cinderella's Problem
She said:
Two days from now,
I am going to meet my Prince…
I am excited and nervous as I seem,
Geez, I am not prepared to meet him…
I don’t know what to wear,
I don’t know what to do with my hair...
I don’t have a nice and sexy dress,
I only have blouses and colored shirts...
I have denims, and I don’t have skirts,
I don’t have sandals, wedges or stilettos...
I only have pairs of girly rubber shoes,
To keep my feet at ease wherever we go...
I will wear red lipstick and some blush on,
Curl my eyelashes and put some makeup on...
But what to wear and what to do with my hair?
This is what I worry, and I am so insane…
The Fairy godmother appears:
Copyright © Eiza Evangelista | Year Posted 2017
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