The next queen

by Shad

She walks on the desert sands

Her head held up triumphantly

Her skin glowing off her radiance alone

To her place on her marble throne

The people feel her presence

Their loyalty and faith in her is never questioned

For the Sun is her crown

She is not made of clay

She is made up of herself

Adding to the pantheon of the queens and she-roes of history

She’s my wife

She’s my mother

She’s my niece

She’s the little girl in the back of the class noticed by no one

She’s is the woman crying across the seas

She’s the woman fighting out in the west

She’s the mother working to the bone day in day out

She’s every woman, past, present and future

SHE IS YOU.

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