They called her she
Beauty undefined, strength unrefined
Her life like a faded leaf
With a heart as colorful as rainbow shells
Clad in grace and honor
Power and zest that joggles the world load.
Adornment of sea shell cowries
She sits perfectly, a golden crown resting on her temples.
With glitz and glam,
She floats through hard work with ease and persistence, she slays.
Who said queens don’t?


They called her she
Afraid of her? the beast unchained and fear unleashed.
They called her she, covered in divine royalty and regal.
Poise and grace, the favor of her innocence.
She couldn’t stand from violation unkind.
On bended knees they tried to break her.
Subject her to the valiant of masculinity.
She turns her blood to lipstick unmatted and stains their very heart.
She is not broken.
Who said queens do?


They called her she
Unmoved, her spirit unshakeable
She rises from the ashes.
The earth cries in her torment.
In the belly of the beast, they were formed.
With uncommon strength, she labored in pain and pushed them out.
Feet of fire first, unusual right?
None would be here if not for her.
She uses the clay poured on her as her beauty mask.
The regimen, the glam,
Who said Queens Can’t?

©By Dasalonetiti Rahima