Queen

As beautiful as the skies

But as strong as storm

The closest to heaven

That we have in this Earth

But as powerful and gorgeous

She still has her doubts

Unable to accept herself

The media has made her crazy

For all they ask is for beauty

That she has but can't see

It is a shame to see her

Bring down her crown

And becoming a slave

Slave to media

Slave to the first men

That worships her body

Becoming a trophy

A number

But no a human being

Committing suicide[

To her self-esteem

O please Queen

Won't you see

You are more

Time will catch up

Kill the makeup

Kill the designer bags

You carry around

The thing that will stay

Is her personality

And  heart

Now pick up your crown

Pick up your head

Walk as who you are

The one and only Queen