Rhianna wrote this great poem called Mean girls as faries

Mean girls as fairies.

My wings are as sharp as broken glass  -
They sparkle in the sun like fizzy lemonade!
But my magic is a thunder-lightning-
It rumbles in the bottle like a sun-quake.
I cannot help my thunder-lightning:
The storms come from my home.

I wish I was good like the gold necklace
Worn by my dead sister. 

I wish there were no earthquakes
Or tornadoes, no tsunamis or bad people.

I would love to make cherry sweets
That make people happy and laugh.

In my glass heart are diamonds  -
Please spend them on poor people
So they can watch DREAM GIRLS in their homes.