Five minute Fridays: Write for 5 minutes without stopping and editing, thinking seriously, or backtracking. Then go and link up at The Gypsy Mamma. This week's word is "real." And apparently, Saturday is Friday.

Prince Charming is lost, so lost in his own world that he doesn't notice Cinderella. Who's Cinderella you ask? I can tell you one thing; it's not me. I am not the one who will lose my glass slipper, who has a fairy godmother, or will get married to Prince Charming and live happily ever after in a make believe castle. Life isn't easy; that life isn't real.

This "Cinderella" dances in the dark, moving her hips off rhythm and cries when she falls. It's sad because this is real. She think she's not beautiful. She knows she not beautiful like the girls Prince Charming dates. She's not even the same race. It's forbidden with laws, she never wants to break. She's held up and miserable, like Cambodian children with no food. Sad and desperate. Too bad there's nothing she can do. She just keep dancing under the moon.

Real life is sad and deep. No happiness and burdens. Just move out of her way and let her dance, Prince. You ruin everything any way. Darn you, pretty boy. Real is dead.

1 comment:

  1. This is beautiful! I know just how this "Cinderella" feels. (and today's Saturday was apparently my Friday, too :o)