White plates stack like clouds <br />Laundries piled up as mountains <br />From dawn to dusk that thin figure <br />Flickering in this dim world <br /> <br />Oil drops, grease marks <br />Mixed up her sweat and tears <br />Becomes ashen cream <br />Smeared off her pure fair face <br /> <br />Bed is her dreamland <br />But every short coma <br />Is ended by a sudden woke <br />Kitchen is her battlefield <br />Grand feasts roll like swelling wave <br />And left her squatting on the remains <br />Weeping and swallowing the leftover soup <br /> <br />A pair filthy tiny bony shaky hands <br />Cannot bear to hold up a teacup <br />And so much dirt still cannot cover <br />The needle mark and knife scar on her fingers <br />Her sleepy eyes never dare to shut <br />Never be able to open wide, yet <br />They can’t close up her fear and desperation <br /> <br />Night is her only friend <br />When people are quiet, she’s afraid no more <br />Night is her true family <br />It’s like a kind goddess <br />Listens to her words and prayers <br /> <br />Ah! Mother! <br />Let the rats become good horses <br />Let my coal cart be a pumpkin coach <br />Let me dash to a foreign kingdom <br />To dance with my white horse prince <br />And he shall adore my pure feet <br />And following my fragrant step <br />He shall find me and marry me! <br /> <br />Night, eternally silent <br />She repeatedly speaks her dream <br />She repeatedly looks up to the stars <br />That pale moon is going sink again <br />And when the red sun rises from east <br />There will be a wild storm again.<br /><br />Laijon Liu<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poetry-cinderella-lament/
