Queen of Cloves

Mon, 11/02/2015 - 22:25 -- fallen

Pause, I am your equal.

I can't grasp what people say,

at least they fit in their skins!

They put me on a pedestal, they hang me up with rusty pins.

In the frames hung in the halls is me with my poster grins.

Pause. I am your equal.

I eat my food at your table, you drink from my glasses.

I sleep in your home, and you mingle in my classes.

Oh my, here come the masses.

You shine my throne, and dust off my crown.

I put it down.

It'll just make me drown.

Pause, I am your equal.


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