The Instructoress has forgotten what it is to be 10,
vulnerable and bendable. She speaks to her ward in bazooka,
makes her feel despised and inferior.
Can you reach the abused kid to be embrace your criteria?
The Instructoress calls the girl dense and lazy.
Dense, because Cinderella is insecure about everything.
Lazy because poor Cinderella's initiative has being successfully shredded.
No, Cinderella. You are a dunce. You don't even have looks.
Sweep with the yellow broom not with the one that's off-yellow.
No, Cinderella. My infantile daughters are way smarter than you.
No, Cinderella, I was once two sizes smaller than you.
The Instructoress grows meaner by the hour.
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