PYGMALION..THE CHANGE FROM POOR 2 ROYALITY..A TRANSFORMATION IN BEAUTY

Pygmalian I come out as a wallflower..with an look of homeless center..i work for my royal.adventure..i crave for the world of living wealthy...i am your wash and dry clothes dryer..after my hands slaves as your scub board washer..where hands are so sore..from breaking my nails..sore from scratchin that board..the life i bring to you..poverty lives inside my life..that wears your home i clean..on my knees and work so hard..like no one sees ..a woman with no repairs in mind..but yet..u know ..where eyes open...claims it's support system..you walk around...me..it's support..examine a job well done..with noses up in the air and breathe to advertise me..your life of the poor and unwealthy..know to our tales of cindrella..an identity your not aware of yet..but in the hours of risking myself..as the clock ticks..makes a way to escape your clunch...the look..but knows no love..until..my pygmalion.emerges from it's work load..rises her head before the public..that takes one..sees a beauty ..to be holding..a crown ..with great fortune..with rags i wear..what sees my face..but knows i look familiar..erases what was once their life..but not conclude...so i embrace the moment..change becomes whats different in the eyes of a victim..turned around and..the woman that use to work..so poor...becomes da answers to her prayer..she now becomes the Queen of her lack...changing things..where the pygmalion is now rich ..proud..woman..what's obviously ..a dream about to happen..a story about my own analogy..where my kingdom calls me..it's twis t2 transform..her prince charming..where he waits..the king..which accommidate change..to a lesser GOD.. but2 his wash board...what was unqualified poverty..to pygmalion.. new property for the king create...Sheila...how proud am i...peace