A Queen Among Kings

I sometimes close my eyes and dream of a starry night

Only to open them again and see somethings just aren’t right

A veil of pink roses fill the lightly tinted glasses

Living in a world where we adapt to the masses.

The one who stands alone, a sore thumb that even Waldo can find

I’m not missing

And while the thumb is up the others point back

The tale of a magician

No wishin

A gift from the Orishas, the magic they call witchcraft

They wish that

When all along the light shone bright in the darkest corners of the rift raft

Do you hear that?

A heartbeat like the war drum beats to my pounding feet

Running toward the light with all my might

It’s worth the fight

So have a seat.

A golden throne everyone fights for but no one knows where it is

Living only in fear

Of something that ain’t even there

Can you call it fair?

If you don’t share your magic you lose it

Nothing to it, the world now proves it.

But we won’t fail. Blood, sweat and turmoil

Sacrifices burning like oil on cracked soil.

Remain loyal

To who?

No one but you. What else can you do.

Never bow down to the room even when all eyes are on you as though you’re disturbing the peace

Fuck ya dirty ass streets. I walk along light. Luminating the night like Lamar said it’ll be Alright.

Never completely alone as you push through.

No need for a mirror to see the real you.

A Queen among Kings is a King. So what does that make you?