And yet, still the heir
to the throne.
I glide in
Grace.

Goddess, goddess, goddess, I shall be.

I shall

I shall
walk in the ethereal
energy that I denied myself,
That same energy they scoffed at
And told me to tone down. I shall move
with the melody tattooed on my soul, And will
shrug off those judgmental daggers aimed
straight at my abdomen. For I am
queen of my own making,

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