Sometimes I imagine myself as a Queen
With a spiked crown
Ruler of women and men and all in between
My arms, ever so brown,
Laden with jewels and stones
And at my feet,
Bones.

Sometimes I imagine myself as a person
Of remarkable feats
And at my dinner table,
Delicious meats
With silks of my own,
You will forget my skin tone

Sometimes I imagine myself to be on the throne.