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
Categories:
queenship, appreciation, change, for her,
Form: Free verse
My heart is in my eyes
When I look at you
Those the almond shapes of you eyes, view
Your small head those African braids
The sometime styled bum a top your head
-loving friend as royalty the queenship of your name
Your tenderness your baritone voice
You captured me as a host
Upon refrain, I shall delay I'm ashamed
To share the shade I've find the light
Everything's right, and then you so be witness
My love I'm sure, yet so pure
I love you for my Father is this wrong or is it right
For me to continue in charade day and night
2/12/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Categories:
queenship, analogy, black love,
Form: Rhyme
I salute thee of the bloodline of black queens
From whose womb was birthed a great dream
A great mind of the bloodline of black kings
Who washed my infant head in the black stream
I hail thee who loves and cares for the black king
Of whose heir I am; black blood and black gene
The black man who grew this black being
Towards becoming a major actor in the black scene
I prostrate for you, o black queen
Whose hands nursed such a black king
Whose head needs no crown to confirm her queenship
I must build you a statue before I'm offboard this spaceship
Your brown eyes watched me on my cradle bed
It's you I suckled, from your bosom I was fed
On your thighs, o black queen, my infant ass sat
On them I lied too while my back you pat
© Kanu Ekpezu
Categories:
queenship, africa, allegory, allusion, anxiety,
Form: Rhyme
Wipe away tears
Pouring from your aching heart
Whether in the present or in arrears
Cos letting tears depart
Paves the way for a brand new outlook
Away from dark thoughts
Where a somber spook
Trading in noughts
Creeps in wait
For souls who grant him dominion
To bite the bet
He sets alongside his deleterious opinion
Meant to ensnare your bright future
Into a cocoon of destruction that holds you captive
In a conundrum culture
In which the spook offers no sedative
To move your status to the next level
Where smiles for miles
Shunt aside the evil
Whose feeble files
Grip you in a vice
So vile
It delibilitates the device
Inside your soft centre where a smile
Reigns supreme
To bring back the spring
Your footsteps dream
Of beyond a string
That unties your fate
From hurtful aches
Sustained on a date
Soon to fill with cakes
Meant to rebirth
The life you deserve
With fervent faith
To nourish your best preserve and swerve
Into joy
Into friendship
Into the pleasure of a teddy bear toy
Into a queenship and a well-deserved discipleship.
Categories:
queenship, poems,
Form: Free verse