I rise in the morning and gaze at my kingdom;

the wavy grasslands of my hair,

the muddy pools of amber eyes.

I see the stretch of sand dune skin,

I have hills and valleys on me.

Supple earth that moves with power;

my decree of thunderous electricity.

I am woman.

I am queen.



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