The Queen

Why is my worn and beaten body invisible?
Why are my cries for help so silent?
Why can you not accept me for who I am?
Am I not good enough for you, your Majesty?
Can my scuffed up converse not be graced enough to touch your shiny floor?
Can my barely beating heart never be good enough for your life?





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