Warrior Queen

I hear you.

Knocking on my door.

Black beast

gaping jaws

come to eat me. 

Awake

Must stay awake

for than 

the monster cannot get me

Right?

Awake I stay

Hidden from his gaze. 

Wait….

you are the monster.

reach into my brain

pull it out

wrench free 

emotions of any sorts.

Flip free

no longer in pain

wearing a Cheshire grin.

Slow dance

reel to reel

flames in my heart

broken 

shattered.

Fuck you.

I am done little boy.

I ain’t playing no games

I am a woman

I know my worth.

My worth is more to me

than your weight in gold.

I know who I am

I know what I want

I got lost

but now am back.

Warrior Queen

Renegade

I am the Godess.

Hopeful once more

of treasured dreams

lipstick love

baby doll schemes

anything I can dream of.

 

January 2/19

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As Simple as That

Gather round my pretties 

for a tale I have to tell:

A time there was once

when murder most foul

occurred not daily 

but at times hourly

in this kingdom 

of warfare and feuds 

the long forgotten yesteryear.

Ha!

Forgotten yesteryear?

More like a reality to this day.

Feuds are larger now

scaled into wars

taking over not towns

but countries

while demigods are fashioned

by wealth

by how often their name is in print

by the amount of followers on social media

not by the quality of their honor.

Time has begun to unravel

threads are being cut

as fiefdoms crop up

starving

enslaving

all people who stand to them

abusing their rights

their children

their wives

to make them bend to knee.

Out of the darkness

the renegade will ride

a steed of iron and ice

seeking out the ones claiming glory

and making them go away.

Aug. 23/18

Photo by Aaron Burden on Unsplash