It’s captivating to watch you think. You refuse to fall like deteriorated minds that use to surround you who can’t float but would rather see you sink. Every breathe you take has airwaves of knowledge in it, I can feel every word you speak. You love yourself, you know yourself, you’ve out grown yourself, indigenous one you haven’t even reached your peak. The trail of footsteps leaves remnants of lights behind you, numbers don’t lie but you don’t let them define you, the heavens do cry for our people and everyday the world reminds you. The fabrics you wear compliments the glow radiating from your skin. Unfortunate eyes belittle you, the hate they carry within. They see you as brown, you hear them talk down, it takes forty three muscles to make a frown, so instead you smile while holding your head up high to let them see a queen rocking her crown. The universe just wanted you to properly bless them.
CP.
My queens are out here suffering. Not getting the love they deserve even by our own men. As men we need to do better and show our queens how much they mean to us. Little words of care and love will turn the whole day around.