There is the king and queen,
Then there is the princess.
Under her is the daughter of the beauty,
The only girl squire.1
I tend to your needs and to every whim,
I run around the castle to carry your message.
I listen when you talk and yell,
At me when all breaks into hell.2
The squire doesn't get to speak,
We only hear her weary weeps.
She want's her own, to be herself,
But she's the broccoli on a child's shelf.3
Never needed always used,
Never heard but abused.
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