I am not the evil sister

she as beautiul, wvwn dresd in all her rags

as she washed floors, cleaned dishes, did all of our chores

I could not help but admre what mother thought was a hag

my sister thought the same, although we were all to blame

Cinderella did not deserve her fat

only the Heavens knew why her father was taken from us so quickly

and to think, the trust he put into our mother

a promise to keep her safe, though she did the opposite

I did not want to be mean to her, but a friend, a sister

tricked into the false lies mother had swiped all sense from my dear sister

but not I, I knew Cinderella craved all the desires we too had as young teenage girls

forced to poison my own thoughts, I too became malevolent towards her

until the night the ball came, every girl given the chance to prove herself to the Prince

and I for sure was going to be chosen, as for Cinderella

I wanted to help, but the desire to sabotage her was far more great

so we coerced mother into making her clean and destroying her dress

while me and my sister dressed our best

she stayed at home that night or so I thought

until I saw her at the ball dressed with the whole lot

it was like magic, she looked like a princess, the princess she deserved to be

watching her dance with the Prince made me too realize that I wanted to be free

so from that night on I no longer tried to compete with her, but help her embrace her own beauty

and although neither of the three of us had been chosen by the Prince

we had never been mean to Cinderella since