Cady Heron broke the Prom Queen Crown, and so do I.

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The hearts and minds of boys are Not For Sale.


I take up that very same gatekeeping mantle.


I promised myself long ago, if I could not 

be a girl, I would be a Prince,

and if not a Prince, a  

           king.


With a lower case k, for I, despite noble

heritage - I am base.


Bastard born, bastard bred - what a shame.

What a stain. On an otherwise, "Good Name". 

         - who lets the bastards of court eat with the Royals?! - they sneer and say.


I DO.


Little St. Therese says so. 

I SAY.


She's the boss in these Church Yards.

And she is my Patron Saint.

And she, she anointed me king.

+ I will not forget my Place.

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