Reclaiming Identity

 


I thought I was Cinderella at the ball

Loved and enamouring one and all.

Turns out that was not to be my fate

I must have got the wrong date.

I was being handed the broom

Do all the dirty work in the room

But only their faces on Zoom

My mood? Complete gloom.

Till I decided I’d had enough

Rolled up my sleeves, acted tough.

Played their game, learnt the ropes

And soon up went my hopes.

Today they think twice before they play

I’ve learnt to keep them at bay.

Bad-ass I might be

But my mind is now free.

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