She is a queen inside a glass bottle,
Has the power to break it ,
But afraid if she wouldn’t make it ,
And in the process she’s the one hurting in it ,
But yet she gotta smile plastered on her .
Once she was free ,
And hard to be contained by any ,
But now she’s a queen but only as a showcase making all the money.
Got all the pain locked inside her cage ,
And yet the scars shinning like the stars in the sky .
Wearing the best costume is her life ,
None showing whats left inside …
Great poem and illustrations!
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