by Harriet Gauger
A lacy thread through blondish curls,
A ribbon worn by a little girl,
A corset tied with knots too tight,
A sigh of relief in the darkening night.
A crown to wear of amber and gold,
A set of rules to be followed and told,
A glance in the mirror, pale face, flushed cheeks,
A fight - a rebellion - continued for weeks.
They asked for food, she answered with cake.
They needed money, she made the mistake.
They won the battle, she lost her mind,
An ignorant queen - they left her behind.
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