Her white lightening is seeable

Her black skin is not

Yet, she makes you notice her naval

Gray hair is wisdom, it is not bought

Her eyes turn blue when she gets mad

Her patience is not to be tested

We all know the power she has

So, respect the queen because is quested

This poem is about: 
Our world


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