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&#39;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&#39;s plants.
Destroyed her creepers
Yet she brings me food.

I knew it,
Im a diva,
Im a goddess.