It's the all-American dream, right? Rags to riches. Diapers to Dior. You always read about it. It's happened to someone, we promise. The start of the poem almost feels very much like somebody is trying to convince you that, no, this really is possible, look at all the people that have done it. If these people can do it, so can you. At least that's what it feels like, propaganda almost.
The poem goes on to narrate a very dark version of the Grimm fairy tale, Cinderella. There's something that feel almost distorted about it though, it's like looking through glasses with a prescription just a little bit too strong. Sexton commentates the story while telling it, describing the ball as "a marriage market" as her opinions seep into the story. Not only that, she drops plot points from the story to make it seem just a little bit more twisted as if to only create further sympathy for Cinderella. I think Sexton purposely made Cinderella's life more miserable so that when she 'makes it' it's even more impressive.
(I wrote more, but blogger deleted it. and I don't really remember it.)
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