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


















