Hail To the Queen
My goodness,
I’ve been handled by the best of people
And the worst of people,
the purity of my crisp white borders
has been eroded by the sweat of wily men.
The hem of my petticoats
marking the border of my self
has been besmirched, blackened
My angular, prismatic, diamond core
has had thumbprints pressed against
the blood red of its planes.
My golden locks have been coifed
restrained from their rampant fall by
brocaded folds of embroidered linen
yet, still I reign Regina Queen of Diamonds
see my specter, curry my favor for without me
there will be no flush dynasty…all hail the Queen.
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