born after the breath
of the wind
her beauty to be told
under the tale and the myth

such a jewl to be stolen
from the thiefs without
knowing

but quick with the

hands


and the black boys cried
while the black man screamed
and the black boys

cried

wher is thy queen?
wher is thy queen!


while death took grind
and a curse was stirred
wher trouble was

born

and birthed was trouble

for the Earth to-
feel

and the World to see


* blueisdfinit



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