It's funny how you taught me to clean up after myself // when all you do is leave a mess. // You don't mind saying hurtful words to others // you'd stab without regret // but the moment someone pricks your shame // all you do is point and blame // because as strong as you may claim // you can't stand the pain.
You make up fanciful exaggerations // you straight lie through each puff, puff // and never remember a thing. // Now I'm catching every bluff, bluff // like secondhand. // But I'm done playing the role of your little girl // especially when all you wanted was a man // a son // a boy // to be the head of the house // to take your name. // So your identity can reign.
But has no one ever told you // there are such things as Queens?
