Blue Ribbon Girl

I see her there, staring out the mirror.

The girl with raven hair and one would consider fair. With all that has been endured, a light still lit, keeping her wit in this game of survival. The Gods took pity and gave her this: Play the part girl, the lady, the slave. In the end you will find bliss.

In the darkness a yellow and red Phoenix can rise, burning those who tried to steal her fire. The girl nodded her head, knowing what was required. She smiled through the pain, though none was forgotten. Everything felt rotten while she stuffed her ears with white cotton to stop the screaming and her world from dropping.

A hostile life for a girl who wanted peace. A queen held captive by a family when she's rather feel the sweet relief but all she felt was defeat. Smile dear girl, your fight is not over. Bright crimson clover, light of the dawn and the taste of copper awakes her. Fight back! The line starts to blur and her mind starts to stir. STOP! It's over sir.

I won't follow in your steps, in your ways. My freedom is not just a phase!

A blue ribbon flies for those who lost their fight, but tonight the girl in the mirror burns bright.