Imagery in Poetry Blog Post Paragraph

When I was in third grade we were doing a play on Cinderella. I wanted to be Cinderella because she’s pretty. In third grade kids don't have a filter, so all the kids were saying “Cinderella is white and your black” At the time my feelings were really hurt because if I didn’t get the part of Cinderella I would be one of the mice. I begged and cried to my teacher to let me Cinderella. We made a compromise, she told me if I knew my five’s times table that I would be Cinderella. I began to say them and she stopped me at five times four then she said “ I would like to present our third grade class Cinderella, Genonna! I was so happy and excited I went home and told my mom. The sad thing was the play was cancelled.