Dear Society

Dear society,

I am a queen and it seems you haven't got a clue



In Sunday school, you handed me a Bible and told me to be quiet

Preached that I was to serve man, marry man and obey man



Sit down.

Submit.



You  took me to the toy store,

Said I could have any toy I desired

I reached for the train set and left with a Barbie doll



Sit down.

Submit.



Harassed in the subway

and the first question the you ask,

“What were you wearing?”



Sit down.

Submit.



When I spoke my mind,

You sent me to the doctor

Said I had “anger issues”



Sit down.

Submit.



What you don’t know is that I’m on fire

and it’s about time you got burned.



No woman of man here.

Before you is a woman of divinity.



I am a queen.

I should not stand in the doorway and beg to be let in.



I am a queen.

Break me apart

Strip me to my naked soul

and you'll find heaven and love



I am a queen.



You tried to bury me but didn’t know I was a seed

My ambition is not anger.



I am a queen.



There is a light I shine which can not be extinguished.

I will shine in your darkest corners.

I will transform you.

 

I am the queen.

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