Dreamgirl

I’m split down the center,

stitched with silver thread—

Half girl in a teacup,

half witch in the wind instead.

Ruby dirt on my fingers,

ink from a rabbit’s pen…

I followed two roads at once

and now I’m lost again.

Tornado on my left side,

spiral staircase on my right—

I tried to pick a safe path,

but both of them bite.

So I’m walking a bilateral dream,

Two queens whispering inside me.

Wonderland laughing, Oz wants control—

Pulling at the ribbons of my fractured soul.

I’m tipping, tripping, slipping through seams—

Baby, welcome to the girl I’ve been between.

I’m not Alice, not Dorothy—

I’m the thing they made of me.

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I chewed on madness cherries,

drank a little cyclone rain.

The Cheshire tried to kiss me—

I bit back, tasted pain.

Yellow bricks turned neon,

the sky cracked open wide…

A scarecrow asked my name

and I forgot which one was mine.

Teacups spin in hurricanes,

cards fall like heavy snow—

You say “just follow something,”

but I don’t know where things go.

So I’m walking a bilateral dream,

Two queens whispering inside me.

Wonderland laughing, Oz wants control—

Pulling at the ribbons of my fractured soul.

I’m tipping, tripping, slipping through seams—

Baby, welcome to the girl I’ve been between.

I’m not Alice, not Dorothy—

I’m the thing they made of me.

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Click my heels, I’ll shatter—

Eat the cake, I’ll grow too tall.

Run the maze, I’ll vanish—

Throw the crown, I’ll lose it all.

Both worlds want a piece of me,

but honey, I’m no prize—

I’m a mirror that’s been cracked

and learned to weaponize.

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I’m still walking this bilateral dream,

Both worlds kneeling inside me.

Wonderland teasing, Oz takes control—

Pulled in every direction ‘til I overload.

I’m tipping, tripping, ripping at seams—

But somehow I’m the queen they didn’t foresee.

Not Alice. Not Dorothy.

Just the monster they made of me.