the wanna be mama

the wanna be mama
crowned herself a queen
a queen that fools the new
that do not know
they sit on the edge
expected to bow
playing a piece-less game
of vanity for name
dangled false charms
continue to fool
the mass in hopes
to join the cool
hidden behind a facade
an artificial cool
the truth mopes
to abide a fool
cornered false praise
tricks the naive
continuing to deceive
in reality a clique
visible to some
hiding in shadows
threatened by fear
afraid to disappear
outcasted they hear
beware of the wrath
the wanna be mama
the queen of the clique
rising beyond
highness of false esteem
among a talented few
believing they gain
trapped they become
stuck in their domain
posse to the queen
friends of clique or foe
a sad low
changing tasks
revealing masks
the queen of the clique
will never let them go
until they show
they know
shes really a foe.

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