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.

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