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
Copyright © Written Thoughts | Year Posted 2020
|