she was a mere bookworm on the sidewalk.
she couldn’t ever be a Cinderella in a play.
she could act like a man just fine in a live crib.
her duskiness, was a dismay.
She wasn’t meant to fit your lowest estimates.
She wasn’t a choice for you to make.
She was caramel, make no mistake,
sweet, rich, delightful and arrogant to venomous hissing snakes.
Her sidewalks, was where you stood criticising,
Her road, was a journey,
from what you doubted,
to what she had trouble accepting.
And that acceptance,
is love for herself,
withdrawn from your savage.
She wasn’t ever meant to fit in Ella’s shoes,
She was meant to hold her crown,
much higher than your cursed life cage