Queenism
Sitting alone pondering of times I was down and out. Thinking how I saw and Conquered my life back from the fiery of the fire that I rouse up from sitting back in all my glory like the queen I ought to be. Wearing this crown isn’t easy Peasy but there is many strides and tribulations and strength that goes with wearing this crown begins trails and tribulations to come but after this redemption takes place and you enter a higher state of being so before you sit on your throne remember the power of your crown and remember nothing is ever promised today and the sun will rise so your power can truly form in its glory
Copyright © Christine Ramirez | Year Posted 2020
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