Barbara Green Poet Spoken Word

My Beloved Crown!!!

 Hatism:  My Beloved Crown

Before I speak, you have already introduced me. You brought me from the back pew, to the front row. You taught me how to be her, you set me free.  I'm proud of who I have become and what others see.

You sit where destiny rests-high, intentional, and ordained.  You are  not fabric, material or form alone; you are positioning.  When I place you upon my head, something within me stands taller.  My posture obeys you, my heart embraces you, my voice remembers you, my mind submits to you, and my soul answers you. You have learned my hopes, secrets, and dreams.  You cradled all of my secrets, and unspoken utternaces privately in your heart. You have learned the architecture of my mind, soul, and confidence.

You have mastered my angles-every tilt a language, every smile confidence, and every shadow a statement.  Rooms shifted and adjusted when we walked in together.  Not because you are loud, but because you are certain.  I love you for the quiet authority you carry, that does not beg to be seen-but is seen. 

I trusted you, and you have covered me in moments when words were unnecessary. When I doubted, you remained steady. When I was afraid, you stayed close to me. When I rose, you rose with me.  Oil and elegance, fire and focus-you held them all without collapse.  You remind me that elevation is a decision made daily.  That obsession, when disciplined, becomes excellence.  That a woman crowned in intention cannot walk unnoticed.  Some wear hats, I wear alignment.

So I honor you-not as an accessory, but as an extension.  Not as fashion, but as formation.  Not as a style, but as a symbol.

Forever tilted in authority,
Yours in Elevation

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