Campus Wordsmiths: Poetic Remix: Lorde “Royals”

My skin has become a set of gold teeth.

Blood drink like Cristal.

Flesh drive like a Cadillac fueled by grey goose.

Birthed from a love affair in a buzzed hotel room.

Nothing about me has been diamond.

Or Royal.

I’ll never be the kind of luxe,

You call a Queen.

Torn up.

A different kind of fantasy.

Baby,

Let me be island.

Proud enough to envy

Dream like a song.

Rule like money

Let me crave bigger.