Queen of the Future

I hide behind a curtain of my hair, trying to be invisible and not cause a scare. They stare at me with eyes so cold, I can't imagine being as bold. I do as i'm told and keep looking down, wondering what I'd look like wearing the crown. So powerful and strong I would be, that would be all they would see. I don my magical robe, and imagine putting all those people in a globe, an area so pure and white, they would see no reason to fight. I raise my head and stare right back, waiting to hear a sharp crack. I hear none, and know my first victory is done. I walk home riding a checkered path, not split all the way in half. I hang up my robe and crown, knowing there's more to me than brown.