A throne for which a king sits upon.

His queen teaches their daughter, 

to be proper.

How to sit pretty. 

Act polite.

You know like a lady, 

But this lady

Paints her nails black. 

Never holds back. 

Always tells facts.

No tower can hold,

Unafraid to be bold. 

Roaring to life, 

She takes back the night. 

She’s holding the knife

Doesn’t need saving, 

Can’t bother waiting. 

Over throws the throne,

To make it her own.

Her princess beside her, 

Still it doesn’t define her.

Boots laced in someone’s face. 

So here’s the the royal tea,

You see

I am me. 

I am me

Behind this crystal skin 

May be a sin,

Or maybe I am just 

Here to show 

What I can 

Because being in love,

Doesn’t have to be with 

a man.