with all the stereotypes out there
ignorance can be thrown into the air
to the wind, this is how my story begins
a story of a ghetto Cinderella
through the normal eyes as you look upon me
my camillion ways can deceive
what you choose to see
within me, hidden is the diversity
of a ghetto Cinderella
i’m a slave to the rhythm
tuning out your decision
there’s a preconceived premonition
so often mistaken of what i’m givin
ghetto is not what i’m livin
cinderella is my vision
two words combined is what i’m feelin
do you feel my meaning?
you say hi and my high rises
are you still there…………
wait and see how my cat pulls surprises
out of a closed bag it hypnotizes
as you choke on the thoughts i provoke
words that i present and past spoke
with the stereotypes still lingerin
and people’s ignorance still bleedin
feel this ghetto Cinderella.
hypocracy flows easily through straightened teeth
as you speak to me,
you choose to believe what you think you see.
holding on to a first impression
could be everything else but me
cuz you can’t see
what’s deep inside the core
of one’s soul and it’s intensity
that precious glass slipper
against that wretched concrete
take a deep breath and accept the mass propensity
of the thoughts of a ghetto Cinderella.
a species fixed on survivin
and continuously drivin
to reach that ever so rising horizon
which can be so tirin
it’s suprising when you come
to the point of realizing
how to make reality out of fantasizing
with your eyes open
it’s easy to see the true depth in me
hear the thoughts i think and the words i speak
share the air i breathe and you will believe
that every Cinderella has a glass slipper in her closet
can you feel me?
Written 2000
by Monique Dillard