Women are angels
If someone breaks our wings
We will simply continue to fly...
on a broomstick.
We're flexible like that.

My crown has been stolen.
My tutu stained.
My castle has crumpled.
All of it seems to have been nothing more than a foolish childhood game.

Why are those dressed in black always so in pain?
Ever looked at your reflected image in the irises of a dark-eyed person?
You can't see yourself in lightly-colored eyes
You can see your reflection better in black
And those who dress in black
Are surrounded by it
They see their own image everyday
Their own flaws flashing back at them, everywhere they look