The Girl Who Would Be Queen
The toll for a woman is high
we scrape the ground, but ne'r the sky
and always we are wond'ring why
the world is so unfair.
The time would come, once they had need,
those boys would start to pay us heed,
and we'd pretend their every deed,
was something keen and rare.
Then as our breasts began to bud,
emotions coursing like a flood
for womanhood is bound in blood
... a suitor won our hand.
But as we gave our thrones away
and let go of our yesterdays
In light of all that had decayed
... we doffed that wedding band.
And though this is a forlorn tale
of hopes that die and dreams that fail
for all those who are still not male
I urge you to be seen!
Because your heart is torn in two
And no one knows what you've been through
You must go back and find in you
The girl who would be queen.