Queen

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I am a queen

beaten and hung by society

stop i cant breath 

but as a people i am still breathing 

flawlessly

i sit on a thrown made and owned by the most powerful, high, and holy

oh glory

im flawless 

cant you see

my hair so kicky curly

my body so bronze and brown

god blessed me with these roots

so deep and righteously bound

my heart is bright and open

my words shoot straight to the soul there so potent 

black as the midnight hour 

black as the soil that grows beneath my feet

black as this fist heald high and mighty

black as my ansesrors 

and like them im still fighting to be free

they try to break my down

not a hair out of stream  

i am a flawless queen 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

rlfortner

for the flawless scholarship. 

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