queen of the lands
i am not a princess,
i am a queen.
at my fingers is not a bippity boppity wand, but a sword called excalibur.
at my side is not a mouse and a sweet bird, but the servant of maleficent,
for she is not just banished but dead.
your queen killed the beast, not the prince like your stories have been told.
for i am not just center piece on the table, beautiful and still and wilting over time.
i am the soldier of the armies, brave and strong and blood on my hands.
i do not need saving and neither do my sisters.
i have always been a queen, marrying a boy does not make it so.
when you look at me, you will not see a damsel sitting on the throne,
you will see a goddamn queen.
and at my ears is not only the most beautiful jewelry in the land but,
but
long
live
the
queen.
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