
Cinderella
I am a Cinderella with no glass shoe
I live with backpacks and tattoos…

I am a Cinderella with no glass shoe
I live with backpacks and tattoos…

My eyes searched to find you…
My heart beats to love you…

In a world bitten by patriarchy,
Don’t ask for assurance…

I woke hoping up for a new world,
Only to find a new label…

You are suffering
We don’t understand your pain…

Children, seniors, Sir and Ma’am
All were stuck, in a traffic jam…

Life took a drastic turn
We couldn’t have predicted…


I thought I was happy until I met your eyes
They held me hostage…

Promises Aren’t meant to be broken
How did you do it…

I had only heard but never felt
that true love brings pain…

The journey came with a price
Of losing myself for others…


The musty room was dark and endearing
Mummy’s anklets…
