She changes her face
The way most people
Change their clothing,
A blink of eye
and she’s a little girl again
a wee bit naughty
yet still innocent,
Cinderella,
who dresses up for
the ball,
in search of a Prince Charming
Who never arrives
With her glass slipper,
Though she pretends
He does,
Truth lays in her wide open eyes,
Even as she rides
Even looking a wee bit silly
with camera affixed to her head,
galloping into the future
chest puffed up
as if she’s just won
first prize
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