She likes to imagine herself without
Discriminatory traits, ’cause she believes
We bleed individuality through colors, and
Likes to think it was prettier that way,
But sometimes people tell her it’s best for it
To be black and white, or maybe colorblind people
Are the lucky ones.
Her and her green purple blood,
She’s started to only believe in spite
And spit poetic words.
She doesn’t want someone to save her, though.
She believes saving her is suicide, and you
Don’t want to let her mind seep into yours.
She says her head is filled with dragons and corrupt rulers and
She is bound to the throne, so
Maybe you should focus on yourself for a while,
‘Cause we’ve all done something wrong by
Letting accusations always slip past our lips without
Prior consideration of accuracy.
She imagines herself trapped by fairytale walls,
And it has too many witches but maybe she can
Be the hero this time,
Maybe she can finally take the pathway home,
Instead of wandering through mazes filled with too big feathers
From too big birds out to tear through throats and silence.