Twisting so that you don’t get it twisted.
Inhaling strength from my ancestors.
Exhaling Black magic into that wheel that you thought I couldn’t get into.
And I peep your subliminals.
So I take a seat on my throne,
Because history tells me I’m a goddess,
An image that society didn’t want me to see.
What was meant to destroy me in battle only made me a better warrior.
And just when you think you know my next move,
I switch it up on you.
I do a reverse warrior and an extended side angle on you.
Dodging your opposition,
I take flight like an eagle,
And as I descend to land,
I dance on your oppression.
I stand tall like a tree,
Deeply rooted and nourished by my self worth.
A Black queen.
So instead of trying to fight against it,
Just embrace and celebrate it,
Or bow to it.
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