I move through the night with a shimmer, a flame,
No need for approval, no thirst for acclaim.
The silks that I wear are a mirror, a sign,
That power and beauty are wholly mine.

A princess, not borrowed, but born of the earth,
A sovereign who fashions her own sacred worth.
My eyes, like the sirens, they glisten, they call,
Yet I bow to the world, in respect for it all.

I am learning to love the reflection I see,
Each shadow, each scar, is still part of me.
The mirror is patient, its whisper is kind,
It tells me that time is a crown to my mind.

So I dance in the glamour, yet grounded, aware,
Grateful for moments, for breath, for the air.
The world is my teacher, my voice is my sign,
I walk with humility—my reign is divine.