Call Me Ella

When my father died

I was only five

I would have cried

but my step mother's wrath 

I had not yet known

Unlike the birds on my window

I remained there like stone

In a hidden castle

that came with much hassle 

until the day of the ball

I could not show all

who I really was, but as I walked down the stairs

even the prince was aware

that  I was the competition 

and not to mention

my handmade stilletos 

that turned his legs to jello

a midnight curfew

that wasn't in my virtue

so I ran away without a second to spare

to a bigger city who had less care

who needs a castle and a prince

when you have Sak's on Fifth.