Her fire glides over ice
never to be put out
never to be dimmed
Her ambers fly high
above her environment
… oxygen fueling her flames
Heiress to her throne
carefully carrying the torch
Her journey remains divine
Birthing a nation through the times
Reminding man of her power
Reminding men of her virtue
It’s her truth.
Her perseverance
Her forgiveness
Her incentive
To simply be.
Be the coffee in the morning.
Be the painkiller in the afternoon.
… the white wine in the evening.
The best version of HER
… is the virgin no one sees.
An innocence overseen
by worldly views
viewing her
so erotically
Her sexiness is a mixology
of confident prophecies
she is the prophet of the process
Mapping out her offense
she’s defensively conscious
encompassing content
…that this world so desperately needs
She breathes…
sighs of relief
eyes on the brink of crying
this world can be so trying
inside she’s beside
her beliefs
Passenger riding to compete
with the driver of her vehicle
…but then she remembers
It is HER that holds the key
It is SHE gassing up her dreams
No one can steal her spark
No one can kill her vibe
Her fire
a gift
from her village.
A Positive Queen
…ready to conquer with her tribe.
by Brooke Jean © 2018
Respect. Peace. Love
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