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| Cinderella by Daniella Brown |
Incremental
When did I learn to be
Ashamed?
When did my spirit become
Lamed?
When did I know I must be
Blamed?
I remember walking
Tall,
No worries at
All,
No wish to be
Small.
It happened slowly, over
Years
Of holding back
Tears
And swallowing
Fears.
I can't seem to mark the
Day
When I lost my
Way
And began to
Fray.
I remember walking
Tall,
No worries at
All,
No wish to be
Small—
But those are just
Memories.
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