When I was a young girl
My mother took me into the city
To see the fashion show
She said "Girl, when you grow up
Would you be the saviour of the broken
The queers and unpaid designers"
She said "Will you defeat them,
The critics and all the non-believers
And bury Emma Thompson
Because one day, I'll leave you
A necklace to lead you in the summer
To kill those goddamn dogs"
WHEN I WAS A YOUNG CRUELLA
MY…