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Poem By Susan H. Bowker
Hundreds of stories all over the world
Tell of Cinderella,
That beautiful part of us
Overlooked, mistreated and enslaved.
Oppressed by loss
She toils in ashes,
Unrewarded.
Her goodness draws only hatred
From ugly righteousness around her.
But the shaming words of others
Do not kill her.
She does not believe them.
She creates magical disguises
From beliefs in dreams and goodness remembered.
She dances with hope
And flirts with salvation.
But, fearing retribution from her joy
She hurries from recognition
And hides again in rags.
But goodness seeks the same
And she is found.
Finally, she sheds her rags and fears
To shine in palaces
Where beautiful goodness
Is welcome.