My daughter snuck a poem in and I didn’t know it!
She’s a beautiful queen.
Her hair has the most beautiful sheen, but she hides it under a wig, where it remains unseen.
In order to fit in she lived in disguise. No one told her that her dark skin was a blessing from the skies.
A queen, beautiful in many ways, but her intelligence made her interior harder. She learned that the opinions of sheep didn’t matter because plagiarism was their ladder.
She’s a beautiful queen and she’s collecting her gold, so that one day she could sit in her rightful throne.
When she finally got there, she was overthrown.
This time not by the sheep but by the the people she calls her own.
