QueenA Story by Kathryn SmithDon't call me princess. For a princess is whispy. Still learning. Dainty.
Pink and naïve. Full of bubble gum. Butterflies. A Princess has not lived. She has not seen. Trying to find herself And ends alarmed in darkness. Away from her perfect dreams. No. I am not a Princess. I am a Queen. My skin holds scars.
My ears hear lies. Selfish and greed. My eyes have felt tears. By men of all kinds. But my soul is of sun. Of fire Of pride. You do not mess with a Queen. Nor do you question. For a Queen knows her worth. She lives her life To the fullest. One day at a time. A Queen walks with purpose. Poise and strength. And when her toes kiss the earth. The ground trembles and shakes. © 2017 Kathryn SmithReviews
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