For Women Who Have Been Wronged

She sits there upon her throne,

a smile on her face, but sadness

in her eyes. A Queen with no power,

with no voice.

It is not unusual, this sight before me –

A Queen alone but surrounded.

I will see many women with no power,

with no voice.

And to those women who do claim

the power before them – they will not

let it go. Not until long after their bodies

wither away.

They will face their adversaries,

the men who challenge their divine right.

But their legacies, those will never

wither away.

By crown, by smile, by bone –

they are defined by madness.

No Queen is a wilting flower

with no choice.

I wish I could not see

these words that are said.

For many Queens are flowers,

with no voice.

I wish respect was offered the same

to Queens as they are to Kings; not

Queens respected only has bodies.

For carrying on the line.

These women, these beautiful seas

that lead us through winds of plight.

They will never

be refused the title divine.