The Youngest Cinderella

I remember my father’s wife driving on the highway,
I wouldn’t dare call her stepmother, unless evil was in front of it,
In the back seat her two daughters and I, with my baby brother
Facing the airbag, I was two then, so the speeding never bothered.

Little cars, big cars, and huge trucks,
It was exciting until one of those eighteen wheelers rode over us,
Our white car was now the size of my show box, everything was upside down,
And I soon heard this siren, than someone picked me up, and I
Finally felt like a Princess, The sharp pains in my petite right leg,
Or that I couldn’t move it went unnoticed.

I woke up with tubes in my arms, and my leg high in the air,
My mother sitting beside me with cards, and big balloons.
My father walks into the room; he stayed with me for a short time, until the cries
And demands of his wife took him from me, again.

I heard my mother yelling about something, a screeching loud
Noise that she only use when she was angry, I was busy
Enjoying the spotlight because I knew when my mother
Left I would soon go back to being ignored, little selfish stepsisters of mine,
I can’t even remember at least one asking, “Sister, are you alright?”

Soon I was home, and I didn’t hear my baby brother cries,
I didn’t have to get his bottle; she didn’t have to wipe his mouth,
When I finally saw him again I had to say goodbye, He was enclosed
In a box like my Cabbage Patch Doll, Timothy, that’s his name, so
Innocent and precious, He no longer had that sweet smell,
Which I knew. When I visit the castle every summer, sometimes I
Still wonder if it was suppose to be me not him that fell out
The car that day, The Youngest Cinderella around, and those
Suspicions worsened as I got older.

I was the one blamed if something went wrong, I never had a
Fairy Godmother to call my own, to sprinkle fairy dust over me,
When I was left, while everyone else had a ball, On
Special holidays I didn’t receive gifts, just a list of things to do,
My father left me in a dungeon when he went to work, guarded by
His mother, I was the only child around, until I was old enough to understand
That being the youngest princess you never stand a chance.