i am a queen,
my body is my castle,
and the world that i see is all that i reign.
no man nor no woman
can overpower me.
if i do not like what i see
all of the change is up to me,
i have the power in my hands
to become the woman in my head.
my confidence may shake
and with my body it may quiver,
but i must remind myself
that i cannot go down an old river.
for i am a queen
who rules over something so divine,
that even imperfections
cannot force such guidelines
of perfect hips and ambrosia covered lips.
for the castle i have risen from dust and despair,
is something so sweet and so fair,
that as its queen
i will stand through insecurity and soceital pain.
stand strong with your castle,
keep your head high and crown straight,
for ambrosia lips will fade with old age.
"confidence"
04/00/19
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