Scarificated by adversity
Without my scars
I wouldn't be who I am today
I'm branded to live a prodigy
I look strong
I was built by fragile moments...
Without my bruises
I wouldn't have known
What healing feels like
I had to break to mend
I earned my knowledge
Through a remake
Of my broken pieces.
I was purified through storms...
Call me a woman
A human raised by inhumane
And favored by brutal circumstances
I was circumcised by pain
I bled and earned my wisdom
Through lightning brought by
Forces of nature.
The world doesn't care
When adversity dictates
It doesn't show up
It lets nature be at play
While i was a chess game
A queen at her moves.
I bled to earn my throne,
My title and my crown
Of Queenship
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