i miss the days when i was king

flat chest and flat braids

ruler of kingdoms

overzealous and unafraid

of any judgment

baggy tees and scraped knees

palace guards defending my phase

i didn't have to imagine

that i was him

i didn't know enough

to know that i wasn't

or that missing her that much was wrong

i could march to the beat of my own drum

and there were no repercussions

zero need to conform to function

now i have these weights on my chest

but i have to cover them up

and my body bleeds to prepare

for a life that will never come to be

and they say it's my life's purpose

but all i ever wanted was to be king

now they laugh in my face

if my clothes fit wrong

if my hair is too short for their desires

if its her that sets my soul on fire

if i were king i'd have them slain

because i'm not asking for much

just to live the live that i was given

without their pesky chains