Woman
She was a princess
destined to become queen
but the desert sands whispered a different destiny.
In the prophecy of more ancient times
her story was well known, told and told again
and her fame was anticipated, long awaited.
She rose from a discrete family
whose members slipped away unexpectedly
lost to the tumult revolutions of power.
Buried her story never was recorded
and erased from the flow of dynasties
as was her sarcophagus carved with images upon its cover.
A warning in the time of man
that woman was property
and was only mother, sister to a king.
Times change,
beliefs are remolded
and the woman, a princess, a queen - rises.
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