Queen of Cloves
Pause, I am your equal.
I can't grasp what people say,
at least they fit in their skins!
They put me on a pedestal, they hang me up with rusty pins.
In the frames hung in the halls is me with my poster grins.
Pause. I am your equal.
I eat my food at your table, you drink from my glasses.
I sleep in your home, and you mingle in my classes.
Oh my, here come the masses.
You shine my throne, and dust off my crown.
I put it down.
It'll just make me drown.
Pause, I am your equal.
This poem is about:
Me
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