Although I could never tell a lie

Highly disrespected am I.

Treated like a sort of convict

Or a traitor named Benedict.

Locked away in a stone castle

A nuisance of sorts some type of hassle

Like a forgotten princess left to rot

Respect for my royal blood I'll do without

For my queen sparks fiery words of passion

That are definitely anti Aretha Franklin.

Hateful and malicious in every way

Things a mother should never say

To the sweet responsible daughter

Her future savior, her future doctor

Staying in school so her poverty I can cure

Only good intentions in mind my heart is pure

To this day my advanced mind is bewildered

At how she can treat me with disrespect so evil.

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