I BEG TO BE ME
Brought up with lace and grace
Manners of gold, hands to hold
A prince’s wife, for the rest of his life
Delicate flower, money holds power
Dresses galore, a closet for more
And yet this child, never came wild
No chasing dreams, no wearing jeans
Cries every night, when no longer bright
“Let me be me, oh please”
Let me out of my agony.
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
06/22/2016
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