They called me a queen
An empowered woman
Dusted with pale powder
Cheeks stained with crimson rouge

They called me a woman
with the ability to make men melt
A burning drop of wax
Spilling down a candle's side

I wish I could be such a creature
That inspires passion
Amid a barren landscape
With little water
Nor sun

Take me upon yourself
Embrace the dirt in my nails
Clutch my greasy curls
And tell me
I am that woman