Girl in the mirror, blink twice, you’re a star,
sparkle in your veins, louder than the car outside.
Crop-top crown, ponytail throne,
own the hallway like a runway zone.
Haters throw shade, you throw it right back,
glossy lips singing “no time for that.”
Dance break in the bathroom tile,
every twirl got Silento smile.
Snap the filter, but your glow’s inside,
heartbeat bass, let the mirror confide:
“Queen is a verb, not a noun—
now go turn the whole world upside down.”