Twelve O'Clock (An Unexpected Love Story)

Stepmother was never nice to me,

nor were my step-sisters really. 

They always found a way to put me down,

whether it was the clothes I was wearing

or the way my hair fell, in a not so perfect way.

I didn't mind though, really I didn't. 

Sometimes I'd laugh at the idea that someone could hold so much hate in their heart.

Seven o'clock. 

I watched as my step sisters frantically dressed for the ball. 

Stepmother would snap at me to help them. 

Eight o'clock.

The taxi pulled up to take my family to the ball.

I was left behind. 

I sit an mope at the thought that I could not go. 

Ten o'clock.

I decided, 

why do I have to sit here by myself. 

I found the nicest dress I had, and threw on my favorite makeup look. 

With a masqerade mask, I fumbled to find my keys. 

Down the porch steps and into my car I went. 

I arrive at the ball, 

nobody recognizes me. 

Except him,

the boy that is dancing with my sister.

He turns to me with stars in his eyes,

while my sisters quarrels,

I think she knows it's me. 

Eleven o'clock.

My family finds out I snuck out,

they  pulled me into a room and bash me with hateful words.

I scold them for being unkind. 

They tell me that everyone has been shit talking all night. 

They then start bashing The Boy.

The one who doesn't have the same skin as everyone else.

They take a jab at the two girls dancing together; as a couple. 

They bash themselves, saying maybe they don't look as good as they thought,

maybe the boys don't like the way they look, 

and maybe that's why the boy left to dance with me. 

Then my step-sisters, the ones who have a heavy heart, filled with unnecessary raging hatred,

tell me that I look beautiful. 

They apologize. 

I didn't realized that good could from something bad. 

Twelve o'clock. 

I need to head home to get a good nights rest. 

Before I leave, I stand amoungst the people, as I watch them continuously speak loathingly. 

With my loudest, clearest voice, I address the attendees.

"I realize there has been some gossip going on in this room tonight. 

I am here to tell you that it is s o unneccesary. 

Why can't we love one another? 

I don't care what race you are, what your background is, who you're sexually attracted to, or what clothing you wear,

all that matters is that we stop putting each other down based on that.

We need to learn to love one another like we love our most valued person, place, or thing. 

Stop Hating, Start Loving; Because I Know That I Love All of You.

*mic drop*"