queen
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I have found the Queen, shining in golden grace,
With regal robes flowing, she walks with steadfast pace.
Her crown, encrusted with jewels, reflects her royal might,
A symbol of power, radiating in the ancient light.
As you lay you to rest, in your final state,Westminster, UK, The World, Demonstrate,Your purpose, Your sense of duty, Was clear to see,Let's not forget, your familyAs time ticks towards the eleventh hour of the day,The funeral, The service, Melanc
Queen Elizabeth II has died and she isn't the Queen anymore.Her husband, "Philip Mountbatten" died just one year before.Elizabeth II has died at the age of 96 and it will change things.
I dreamt I had a daughter.So pale and fragile she cameInto this world fighting.And with her tiny fist wrapped aroundMy pinkie finger,I could tell she would fight to stay in it.
Depression is a drag queen
She sashays across the floor
Covered in sparkles and makeup
So you almost forget.
You almost forget how alone you feel
How the bar is empty
When you look into her eyes
Trying to find whatever lies
Behind those dark stares,
Under that cold skin of hers,
Beneath the crown she had worn,
All you can do is fantasize:
What would it be like,
Once upon a time,
there was a little girl
known for her smile,
that lit up the world.
little did they know
how she felt in bed
every night, all alone,
all those tears she shed.
Farrokh Bulsara a.k.a. Freddie MercuryBritish singer, songwriter known universallyConfirmed he had AIDS and then died the next dayHis music through Queen still rocks us all the way.
Your bronze hair is tied back in a loose bun,
strands falling down to tickle
your pale neck.
Down the side
of a forgotten plastic pint
I ran the streets with my brothers
Took time to understand
Took time to really listen
Took the lesson
Turned into wealth
Bloomed under pressure
Shined in the dark
Walking my journey alone
There once was a queen
Who was very mean
Amara was her name
Tricks were her game
Her tricks were sly
And she could fly
She was above the rest
For no one good best her
Thank the lord for Maya Angelou
When the world went fast, she took things slow
Her hopes held high when her head hung low
She spoke her truth so we all could know
The good lord gave us Maya Angelou
Black Queen
Angry, irate, ghetto, depressed and oppressed
That’s the stereotype they give us
Loud talking hand clappin, ginger snappin’ wanna be heard sistas going
When I think about how I've glowed up
It'll make you want to throw up
If you've seen the things I've seen
And you did the things I did
It'll make you wonder how I ever really growed up
I was twelve years too late.
Or perhaps you were twelve years too soon.
Yet, your melodies,
Your soul,
Your sheer passion and enchant,
Did you see her?
Did you admire her?
Did think that she notices you?
Did you believe that she loved true?
If that happened, you'd be considered the hero
Time draws nearer for me to move two hours away from you.
Your sweet voice and character shines in the mist of my darkness.
Your work ethic influences me not to give up.
And as excited as I may seem,
Why hello there Drama Queen
What is the problem today?
Your friend was being fake?!?
Wait. Does she know she was being fake?
She should?
I disagree, Drama Queen.
Her melanin glows like the orange sun
Her dark- chocolate complexion- so fine
As she walks by, who can be compared-none
Her red, rosy lips stand out like red wine
Life in silence is indeed no lifeLife in silence is constant strifeLife in silence, suffering is rife
I want you like cream, for the coffee I wake up from,
I want you like a dream, I dont want to wake up from,
I pray night and day, that he sends you my way,
I'll make you the queen, of my world and my space.
I love you.
And no, I don't mean those cheap I love you's that only come because,
"ooo girl the sex was bomb!"
I am referring to the fact that you ignite butterflies in the depths of my uterus,
Because I love you...
I see no flaws. I see perfection.
A true gift made from heaven.
The way you smile, how the corners of your lips begin to wrinkle.
Divorce yourself from those scum pigs
Gouge them from their throats
Thrust their wills into the gutters
Where they belong
Do not wither
Bloom with their growing hatred
I love you like no other,
When I'm around you I stutter,
My heart starts to race,
You can see it on my face,
That I genuinely care about you.
I give my all to you and you do the same,
Once upon a time there was a king,
but not just a king,
A queen, but oh no,
Not just a queen,
A quite young maiden,
But not just a young madien,
All were unaware that the perfectly imperfect,
The power of poetry is so brilliant and true
The power of poetry is surely you
The power of poetry is in true love's first kiss
The power of poetry is when a Prince rescues his Queen
Rapunzel so beautiful,
So delicate,
So mystifying.
Her hair so long,
Long enough to create a wall-
Against all-
Who dare oppose.
She loved to wait upon her window sill,
They called me a monster,
They called me a witch.
They called me a hypocrite,
A bully, a snitch.
They called her beautiful,
A sight to be seen.
More beautiful than any,
Once upon a time… there was a lean, keen machine who identified as Dr. Facilier.
At the age of 5, Dr. Facilier was abandoned and left in a dark, gloomy forest on the outskirts of Louisiana.
Whether it is sooner or later, people will reveal their true colors. Eventually, the sparkling gleam of fairytales and new beginnings fades into the dark enchanted woods of reality. Imperfections. Losses. Disappointments. Failures.
The queen did love red,
and so red she wore.
There was red in her kitchen,
her bathroom, the floor.
She prized her red glasses
she always kept close,
for they made what she saw
when I was little I used to dream
of being married and living
Happily ever after, a Queen
that sits on her throne with Pride
glittering in sparkling
daylight, shining blue,
pink, silver, and golden
Caution: based on the cards you've dealt, this is what you'll encounter when you're plugged into the Matrix of wonderland:
Naked truth
rawness
passion
Truth
Discomfort
Growth
Knowledge
Wisdom
Some days will be submerged in Déjà vu. Others will be as dark as the thoughts she’s trying to shake.
One-minute white pure light surrounds her, the next, hot flames burn
throughout her body.
Why is it so hard to realize
when someone has perished,
that she is gone?
I know that she is gone but it doesn't feel real.
I can feel her all around me.
In every room I feel her prescence,
Into her torn shoes fell the rocks.
She let them crumble, let herself bleed.
Trudging towards her tryst with trees,
under battered broken branches she
Into her torn shoes fell the rocks.
She let them crumble, let herself bleed.
Trudging towards her tryst with trees,
under battered broken branches she
GROWTH OF A WOMAN foundation soil brown green grow from the roots to the trunk to the stems to the leaves birth of a nation combustion of the sun pineal gland exploded to conceive this gravitational cycle of planets molded into a wound holding a
Snow twirls through the air
Soft and dainty
Crafted elegantly with designs
The human eye can't see
The sky is gray
White
Who really knows
It shields the cozy homes below
Sometimes when i look in your eye's I see the solar system
other times when i look in your eye's it's like your soul is missing
like night and day
She is a queen
Her face like wind through winter
She asked questions
And gave answers
In a clear voice
Then knelt before the Gray Wolf
Heir to the temple
Before hailing the ancestors
I really thought that if I went to your ball,
We wouldn’t speak,
But the sight of you would make me weak,
And surely I’d fall.
Because you,
Your eyes are swollen. Tears stain your cheeks
What is it? You know you can talk to me
Go on, I swear I'll listen love
Slurring your words, try and speak up
Unfortunate souls, raised to stomp upon Lillies
If you don't understand You cant helpMy mind is so abstract to the point where it's hard for certains to understand the art behind this madnessAnd my heart strings are pulling so tight The Symphony is clotted ready to release a spellbound baroque
My dear Velvetine was the richest Queen
No, not rich in gold but rich in life
She spent her last days before her
unexpected slumber dancing in the
Roaring Twenties
Swinging to the beat of the saxophone
I AM WHO I SAY I AM.
I AM A TALENTED, BOLD, AND INTELLIGENT YOUNG LADY.
PEOPLE THINK I AM BOSSY,
I JUST HAVE A GOAL SETTER MENTALITY.
I am a Queen, a supreme human being
I bleed gold and my words are bold
I am a Black Queen, though it may not be easy being green
Being black can be just as bad, sometimes even sad
But as a Queen, I take pride
I am a queen of the Nile like Cleo and Nefertiti,
It doesn't even matter if you like, friend, or see me,
I Could talk for hours on end.
Sometimes about the little thing and maybe even random things.
The white lily waltz
as the wind gently crosses
the marble path
her silk fingers
sparkled like embedded quartz
as they reached out to grasp
the everlasting moonlight
I am a queen
beaten and hung by society
stop i cant breath
but as a people i am still breathing
flawlessly
i sit on a thrown made and owned by the most powerful, high, and holy
oh glory
I may not be what you envisioned
That perfect porcelian doll.
It wasn't my decision
She formed from cosmic dust.
A ball of hollow gas with a dash of wonderment and arrogance.
She has long flat feet that used to dance to the heartbeats of drums
Her thighs are like logs
Thick and sturdy
I was made like this;
created by a higher power, who took much of her or his time
to make sure she or he got all of this right.
Lately there's been a lot of talk about princesses
Princesses are kind, loyal, honest, and beautiful
I am not a princess
I am a Queen
I used to be a princess
Life has its ups and downs as you know
Things can make me sad and they can make me happy
Yet
I want to be uplifted.
Perfect euphoria is within my reach when:
I stand in the clearing of a snow-cloaked forest
I don't want to be the princess trapped in a tower by a dragon, waiting for my handsome prince to come and rescue me.
I want to be the queen with a dragon that sets people on fire when they come near her castle.
Her stride so poised
She floats with every step she makes in her nude Pigalle heel
Demeanor, so regal it demands respect
I don't want diamonds, and I don't want the world.
I just want you to hold me close and tell me I'm your girl.
Don't buy me a dozen roses or rings with big rocks.
Go to the dollar store and buy me some colored socks.
Pretty in pink
darling in silver
diamonds are forever
love is my journey forever
he was all I prayed for and more
I hope it last till the day we depart
i hope he feels the same way.
The Red Queen
wanted red roses.
The roses were whte,
so the cards painted them red.
Red roses
a common symbol of love.
I paint roses everyday
for you.
They aren't red,
You admire chess
In an echo booming society
That’s out of the ordinary
Extraordinary that you can
She yells when she wantsRather, when seen fit.She treads on the flame that has just been lit.
She soothes in time,Never loosing her tune.The tides retreat, but seldom the moon.
We hold a high position.Standing with a strong attitude in the way we walk and talk.No man will respect the women who can’t run her own race, but every man will respect the woman who can hold her own.
I’d treat you like a queen, but what does it mean?
Not a thing, cause I’m new, and you want the old
You tell me nothing even matters, you lie to me
Warmth of your touch… yes, your lie's so bold
To them, i'm a queen.
Gayly waving my wand, round and round.
Bubbles: each worth a thousand points.
No, a million points.
The source of all power lies in a
Soapy sphere.
Frozen, my skin my heart
Pure, so white, untainted
Covering up the dirt and grime
Settling around me like a lover I've never had
Kiss so cold, seeping into me
Never shall I be warm again
Beauty is...
Stretch marks & attempted suicide
Scars,
No longer held hostage behind the
Bars of this oppressive society
Or in your cell, taunted by its ever
This is verse about me and all of you
Call me blunt- I have no tact
But I’m tired of putting on this serving act
Call it vanity, call it pride
But I am a queen with nothing to hide
