Queen :: A Poem
She thought being naive was cute at first like “ooh I think he like me”
But when you’re grown and trauma-proned it’s like “damn I think he hurt me”
And it’s too late to pull the reigns now because she was wide open like
He had parted her Red Sea and devoured her insides
Left her empty as those red boxes of McDonald’s French fries
Salty af
Because here we go again
Chasing that feeling of being wanted needed then discarded pleading
Baby see me, too late sis he was just being greedy
You fed him love he never tasted
A divine being let’s face it
But those scars, you can’t erase them
She keeps running from her past not realizing the cyclical cycles
Of longing these same disciples
Who can’t see beyond their idols
Tears fall to no end like a baptism
Spirit renewed but them feelings still chewed
She picks up her pieces, the pain she releases but that longing never leaves
At night they’re thick as thieves but during the day she can’t find herself at ease
Worried that true love may never find her
Wishing she’d been treated a little kinder
Though she searches, she may never find her
Until she realizes that heavenly beings don’t belong to this earth
Therefore no man shall instill the rebirth of her own love
Her self-love
That must be earned on her own
And until then the Queen shall never sit on her throne