"Queendom"
I am "She".
She who is overflowed with the most soulful aura.
She who dares to walk this surface, with her ankh laying low and her head holding high.
-Just to show that she is queened.
I am she who hold and grounds the world of life, planted inside of me.
Compression in my uterus, I dare to increase the population.
She who has the melanated pores, thick lips, brown eyes, and well-rounded hips.
-Who is drowned in her blackness, yet the story of it goes untold.
-And if told, it is misunderstood.
She who is potrayed as the "average" black woman.
Stereotypical..
Absence of gratification, false characterization, and misrepresentation.
She who has the ability to allow her silence to explain everything and her actions to respresent anything.
She is powerful.
Majestically empowered by the melanated sisters around her.
She is full.
She who still wears her crown.
Crowned with knowledge and high spirits.
Spirits so high that even the Gods agree.
This is her Queendom.
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