I’m nobody’s baby. I’m everybody’s girl. I’m the queen of nothing. I’m the king of the world.
This is what I’m listening to today. And this is how I feel today. I’m not your baby. I’m not yours at all.
Second fiddle is a position I just won’t play.
I don’t have to be a queen, playing behind the throne, controlling the puppet strings. I don’t have to give anyone else the illusion of power or sharing or cooperation.
I may choose to sometimes.
But not today.
Today I’m the king of the world.
And I reject the gendered associations of that language.