Cinderella

I am not going to get my Cinderella moment.
Since I was five I have dreamed of gliding down gilded stairs
and the crowds would stare
At me
Shining brighter even than those stairs.

I am not going to get my Cinderella moment.
A river of golden hair will not flow from a cap that I pull
Off my head
I'll still hide it instead.
Since I was five
I have hidden my self in buns 
And big speeches about life
And togas
And the male lover parts no one else cares for
Since I was five
I thought of my senior year
Of the play
That would lift me up on wings
So I can soar higher than I have previously soared
But this year
Is the golden dream my fantasies have floated to
And I will be a pirate
Or someone's little brother

All I wanted was to be the heroine
And not the hero
And I wanted new, female speeches about the meaning of life
And I would be okay with silly speeches
I just want to be Cinderella
For the first time
I want to feel the way she looks
To the people at the bottom of the gilded stairs.

I
Am not going to get my Cinderella moment
I guess I just have to make it happen for myself.