I was trying to put the cutlery
In their respective slots,
Then the flash of a thought struck me:
I could train a monkey to do this.
Don't call them noble,
Nobles aren't even so.
They're pretty good though,
Hey, when I whack
A really good one,
When I'm in the Zen
Of perfect flight,
My buddy will remark:
Give a monkey a typewriter
and sooner or later he'll spell
So, I have the greatest respect for our Simian brethern
But those other Nobles... Meh!
He is your knight in shining armor
With all his glamour and bright blue eyes
Offers his sword to protect you
With all his might
While I on the other hand
Carry sand in my worn out shoes
Whose armor wretched in scars from that day
You've cast me away
As a knight I have failed my duty
And you are a queen of wondrous beauty
Who deserves nothing but perfection
And I am no where near of similar complexion
#Not My President.
But he is. Let him live.
He and his minions
Are like the poor;
They will always be with us.
But north of you,
We have a Queen.
#Not My Royal Family.
They're needy and expensive,
Spoiled and enfranchised.
An extended, big family
Who gets free rides at Canada's Wonderland,
Best seats at hockey games... all games
And all the wee princesses and princes.
Rideau Hall is the official residence
The White House pales beside,
Sussex Drive fades beside its oppulence.
Celebrities and histories have planted trees there.
Jack, Marilyn, Nelson, Martin and all the heavenly host
Have approached those gilded doors,
Pretending to bow and curtsy to an absent Queen.
Back to #Not My Royal Family.
I didn't get a vote.
I wish I could draw
I wish I could accurately portray
You sitting upon your high horse
Acting mighty and royal
But your horse's legs are stilts
That were precariously built
And they will crumble underneath
You nose would be in the air
Your cardboard crown would
Be falling down
And I would be standing at the base
Waiting for your fall
That is coming whether you see it
Love me like the moon loves the sun
Making way for her in the morning even though his sojourn had just begun
Love me like the grass loves the rain
Begging for just a little taste to help it grow and ease it's pain
Love me like birds love nectar from a flower
Allow me to be overcome by your power
Love me like the morning loves it's dew
Never wake up without me laying next to you
Love me like the bees love their queen
Treat me like I'm royalty and allow your love to always be seen
Love me like you know I deserve to be loved
Take a page out of nature's book of love
My name is Royalty, the daughter of a King. I am clothed in righteousness and adorned in strength
My ability and skill daily reaches new lengths
I am girded with love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control
I am capable of achieving my dreams and aspirations is what I am always told
I accessorize my outfit with my belt of truth, shield of faith, helmet of salvation and my favorite; my sword of the spirit
By wearing these accessories daily, I am able to reach new limits
I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me
Because to Him, I know a princess I will always be
I strive daily to make Him proud
I am the Daughter of a King and I will scream it out loud
I will praise God in the valley and I will praise Him on the mountain top
Because I know His love for me will NEVER stop
My name is Royalty, the daughter of a King and one day I plan to receive my crown of salvation
Will you come along with me on my trip to Heaven for an eternal vacation?
chemicals releasing in the air
24 hour clock
harmful hazardous is what we call them
it's called pollution of sin.
see everybody wants to win
but nobody wants to put in work.
silly black folks, step up your bars
we've come to far.
no more excuses, no more lack.
its time to take our royalty back.
I shall hear no complaints
Kings & Queens where hear
to REIGN !!!!
Crestfallen as my fallen crown
lying now upon the ground
trapped in yesterday's salty tears
like rage suppressing petty fears.
Clouded jewels in time-worn gold,
what once was warm is icy cold
a kind of cloak that can't be torn
are my thoughts despondent and forlorn.
I cannot the storm cloud break
before my own soul I must shake,
arouse my pulse, bring back my breath
before my crest falls nigh to death.
Shake off my shackles, old and new
and bring a change long overdue
bend toward the tear-soaked, elegiac ground
and from the dust retrieve my crown.
when i was a little girl, i'd always dream of a happily ever after. i'd imagine myself as cinderella, with a perfect gown and shoes and hair, in a castle with a prince who loved me so dear.
it was cute, hoping that my fantasies would someday come true. but once upon a time, i grew up. i realized that there were no happily ever afters, and that life was just a constant battle with everyone around you. i thought about my gown, and how there'll always be a pull in the fabric somewhere; my shoes, how they'll eventually make my feet ache to an unbearable point; my hair, how its curls will fall when i dance; my castle, how its size will make me feel so lonely; and my prince, how he will inevitably leave me or hurt me or play me, or all of the above.
but you helped me see the light, my prince. you made me forget all the negativities of royalty. when i am with you, i am happy. and happiness is all i want, all i need. does that mean that all i need is you?
you made me forget that you were of royal blood, and i was not; that you never had to lift a finger, and i had to work night and day to simply survive; that you were loved and needed and sought after, and i was neglected and insignificant and never anyone's number one.
but what i thought to be amnesia for the better, wasn't, and like everything else, gave me a false sense of hope that life was beautiful. i pity noble and peasant girls when they think royalty is complete and utter bliss, for they are greatly misinformed. it is all a show, which, no matter how sadistic, deserves a standing ovation.
and sometimes i wish i were little me again, free of sadness and pain; clueless of the horrors of this world. but reality checks in and reminds me that there's no such thing as a rewind or a replay, and time will not stop or slow down or repeat itself. not for me at least.