December 13, 2013

December 13, 2013


591 days have passed since

A Queen released her self-titled album

Every note, lyric, beat continues to make me wince

From Pretty Hurts to Blue, each anthem becomes platinum


Before midnight struck,

I listened

I watched

I danced

I sang


“Surprise,” was all she wrote

Like murder I was gone

She Haunted, but did not promote

Before I knew it, it was dawn


I might as well have been Drunk in Love

The fun and carefree black woman was back

Stress, disappointment, fear was lack thereof 

I had the best heart attack


Blow me down like a house of cards 

I became a grown woman

No Angel could catch me off-guard

I was in Heaven


I love her even more than before

She is Mine and I am Yonce’s

To think my favorite album used to be 4

She continued to slay


Could not be Jealous 

On the Run

She’d grace my presence

Partition was the most fun


Each feature crafted meticulously to please 

From her king to the queen of rap

Like a Rocket they served with ease

It was time to rightfully put on her cap





Her crown was welcomed

Each empowering song dominated others

Her Superpower is to enliven

It is obvious that she is Southern


I love her like XO

She is Flawless in my eyes

I aspire to be as hardworking, I know

Queen Bey is awesome that is no surprise


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