Broken doll, you’ve hit a wall.
What you require, set you afire.

Broken dress, a beautiful mess.
Missing latch, how can fear attach?

Broken mirror, so you can’t see her.
Believing you’re gone, an orphaned fawn.

Broken gate, and an empty plate.
Disjointed, sick, can’t amalgamate.

Broken Doll, bust through that wall.
Fan your flame, remember your name.

That fucken dress, couldn’t you guess?
That skin you’re in, was never a sin.

See yourself as the prize, in all their eyes.
come home to yourself, the Mother herself.

Who needs a gate? Fences can’t relate.
Call your power back, let her unpack.

And Rise…
No longer a doll, at all.
Goddess, Empress,
Warrior Queen.
Never need a mirror again–
as you rule the unseen.