I did not want to be a princess,
even though I love a prince.
My mind is filled with cogs and wheels,
plans and drawings, secrets and ashes,
and the memory of a mother long passed.
To do what I must, I wander at night
through the halls, down the stairs,
to my underground room,
where my ideas meet my talent.
One day I won't hide the person I am.
I will stand proud and excited.
Not a servant, not an orphan,
but an inventor by right.
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