The Queen

Born a slave to my own self esteem

Working so hard

So long

So that my parents would love me

Bullied by my younger sister

I was a slave

 

Born invisible to those around me

Public school lessons

Public humiliation

Public forgetting

Forgotten me

I was invisible

 

Born a princess, humble in nature

Showing kindness

Exploring passions

Building my kingdom

Only to see it come crashing down

I was a princess

 

Born a warrior, and underestimated still

By men who would laugh

Angry at Feminism

For being unable to abuse

I fought tooth and nail

I was a warrior

 

Born a Queen

Powerfull enough to crush men under my heel

Wise enough to learn and to teach

Strong enough to withstand the blows of my own household

Sweet enough to be loved

I am a Queen

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