Queen

When there is cold silence something of old forgotten queens Lurk in the abounded walls full of grace A rare queen, her heart full of gold Never to be played with or forgotten Her love is patient and kind She always bring joy to others and is proud of who she is and what she stands for She was once seen as a subject of oppressed but she is the mother of all civilization where all life comes from She's a woman and a queen She is strong and speaks with boldness and courage With skin of honey and chocolate Her hair is a storm and a hurricane of endless rings and kinks She glows intensely, vividly Her hair, a sea of black cascading around her head as if a crown sat upon it She isn't sorry for knowing her worth She walks with an air of confidence that no one can ever take away