Queen

As I envision a crown placed upon my head

Like a Queen

An African Queen

But there is no room

For my own crown has been there from the start

I move with the crown and scepter of victory

I move with beauty

I move with success

For I am the victor of this master race

All adversaries are in my rearview

Nothing can stop me

No one can stop me

For I wear the crown and hold the scepter

 

I will eternally be a Queen

A Queen of Beauty

A Queen of Legacy

For I am a Queen who carries my own crown

And holds my own scepter towards my future

My bright future

 

Slam Behind the Curtain.

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