The Princess That Grew From Proverty
The princess that grew from poverty,
made it out with no difficulty.
Living life not forgetting where she come from,
holding her head up straying away from a bum.
Moving with such haste, trying to forget this place,
having a mask to hide her beautiful face.
Once a queen always a queen she reminded herself,
always placing herslef, on a high shelf.
The princess that grew into a queen,
is just here to scope her new scene.
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