Bio reads..
Baddie queen,
owner of a human
(My “female servant”)
Entry?
never the door!
windows exist for a reason,
and rules are for the owned.
I doesn’t live here.
I claim.
Servant's house,
my temporary kingdom.
Her sofa,
My throne.
Her study room?
My marble-floored spa.
What I do for a living?
I dip my entire face
into a bowl of milk
like elegance was never invited
but I showed up anyway.
Rubs my existence
onto my servant’s clothes
as if scent is a signature
and I sign everything.
Ate my servant's plants.
Destroyed her creepers
Yet she brings me food.
I knew it,
Im a diva,
Im a goddess.
Apr 19
Apr 19, 2026 at 3:53 PM UTC
Bio reads..
Baddie queen,
owner of a human
(My “female servant”)
Entry?
never the door!
windows exist for a reason,
and rules are for the owned.
I doesn’t live here.
I claim.
Servant's house,
my temporary kingdom.
Her sofa,
My throne.
Her study room?
My marble-floored spa.
What I do for a living?
I dip my entire face
into a bowl of milk
like elegance was never invited
but I showed up anyway.
Rubs my existence
onto my servant’s clothes
as if scent is a signature
and I sign everything.
Ate my servant's plants.
Destroyed her creepers
Yet she brings me food.
I knew it,
Im a diva,
Im a goddess.
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