Cinderella story (for my mom)

You with your crown on display
(is it just me or are you smirking?)
am I always this way?
or didn't you beat me hard enough
or tell me how you hated me so much
yesterday?

you who keeps pieces of your broken glass shoe,
(and still clings to worn red carpets)
do you want me to be you?
or not go what you went through?
or be myself
but doing what you wanted to?

You when you pause and look ahead,
and forget about yourself for a moment,
or about me
and just be
breathing
you could be so beautiful.