Cinderella was a thug...

Ever hear that story about Cinderella?
I heard she was a thug. They tell
Me it's true. Somebody's got
Proof from that little fairytale
We thought was love.
Her daddy was a rich, old
Man that fucked and impregnated
The young French maid, to
Which trade her daughter
Inherited her misery
And shame.
After years of childhood
Smudged in chores, abuse, and
Exploitation, Cinderella
Earned her name from
Evil foster mothers and sisters
Who vigorously despised
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I can tell she was a thug, 'cause
What pretty, young chick you know
Got any time for rats and
Roaches,
To understand their plight
And struggle; feed them crumbs
From the master's table?
Congregated with merchants and
Loveless pirates and gypsies
Lecturing about their
Travels of afar.
And they should've known
To deprive her of any
Light, 'cause she studied
Their fairytales by a
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So, here's this Prince on tour,
Wanting a contest of the city's
Best debutantes, and society's
Oppressions made her work late.
Yet and still, opportunity
Knocked as a sparkling Godmother
To make all dreams
Come true. 12 midnight
Is all she had, and this
Moment did make her
Glow through painful
Ambition.
On, you carriage of
Destiny!
On, through
Out of slavery
Out insignificance
Out the ghetto.