Shattering the Mirror

Cinderella gazed at the glass shoe,
her gut tightening unconsciously,
annoyed to be measured yet again.

Her stepsisters wrestled the slipper,
cramming toes into glass,
finally removing bloodied feet,
tears staining their faces,
self-esteem shattered.

Cinderella sighed,
then gazed at the prince,
who pushed her toward a pink future.

"No more," she cried
and held up men's attire.
"I'll try the glass slipper,"
she proclaimed,
"but only if your foot fills this boot
and your hand fills this glove.
Let's see if you measure up.
If not, come back later
when you become a man."