Sitting alone in her bedroom,

She thinks about things of gloom,

Remembering those who chose to abuse.

Although these didn’t show as a bruise,

They were there all the same.

Emotional pain brought her shame

When she thought of her good days.

Nevertheless, they weren’t enough erase.

 

Sitting alone in her bedroom,

She put on her daily costume.

Not the one seen during Halloween,

Instead, one that showed an everyday queen.

This queen will stand proud,

And not allow herself to be cowed.

She is strong and will show them how,

Until eventually everyone else will only say wow.

This queen will rise above those who seek to harm,

While pouring on a thick layer of charm.

This queen will not stand down,

No longer shall she frown.

This queen is strong,

And she will show all that she will belong.