overseas they watch for photos
of the princess
what she wears
how she looks
where she’s going

they watch and dream
of something they can never be

Jesus says I’m royalty

as I sit here and type in my nightgown
that’s torn at the armpit
I’m a princess

as I pour out my heart
with my teeth in a container
I’m a queen

a way that seems right to man
a way that makes sense
a look to become
isn’t seen the same
through the eyes of heaven

no wonder God looks at the heart