Heavy is the head that wears the crown.
Mother knows she can't have a moment to put it down.
They sexualize her throat til she starts to choke from all the cigar smoke.
The classic trope of a woman and her lover.
He says he'll put her above him as long as she stays under his covers.
"My wife doesn't need an education she's got me."
She sits on her bruised knees waiting for his epiphany.
Scratching her skin till bleeds, catching flees from laying with a dog.
Love can be blinding.
To the point where a woman can't recognize the tightness of her bindings.
She lies about happiness while her smiling mouth goes numb.
He tells her she's dumb.
How dare she think as a Queen she deserves a spot at the table.
She's sick of the labels they're seared in her brain mixed with self imposed shame.
It's hard when you become aware your sex deserves better.
If you can't join em' beat em', screw the banquet hall, she's gonna supersede him.
She doesn't need decorum she can defeat him.
It's not nice they say, but change is never that way.
She melded her own armor, breast plate bloody to show she fights for her own honor.
Red is the best color for the banner of a Rebel Queen.