Drops of rain, clear the air
undo the style of my hair,
pins and sprays all to contain
a wildness you saw as a stain
destroying the perfect dream
of the role I would play on your team.

As the water drags my hair down,
all your shallow words start to drown
and I am left, cleansed clean
of  believing I am your queen.
Rather, if I am to rule,
I choose not to do it as your fool.

(c) Manivillie Kanagasabapathy