Queen
Like Lazarus I was dead, until I picked up a book and read, ‘The
history of you, Black Queen’.
What you did, what you said
How you lead, and spoon-fed
knowledge to me answering my pleas
even when I couldn’t see
the forest for the sea of the trees and leaves,
knocking me to my knees, within blinking or stinking
Broke down and stinking, you picked me up, saved me from my
own demise, help me rise, made me realize and recognize all the lies
That I couldn’t see wit...
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