Spectacular Me

I am a Queen.

Brown skin that, with oil, turns gold;

A durable shield that doesn't crack when I'm old.

I am Original.

A thought-through blueprint from sun to moon;

Stamped "Handle with care," then placed in the womb.

I am Eccentric.

A glass of iced chocolate, not shaken, but stirred;

A needle in a haystack, the black sheep in the herd.

I am Radiant.

The very rays of the sun that sits in the sky;

The stars that light up the night, that spark in the eye.

I am Immaculate.

Perfectly proportioned and perfectly flawed

To fit MY image, tiara and all.

I am a Dime.

Overlooked by many, but some, I catch the eye;

A sunflower in a field of dandelions passed by.

I am Brave.

The social norm has spoken, but I chose not to listen;

In a world full of standards, I dare to be different.

I am Mystical.

Touched by beauty and kissed by grace;

The milky way galaxy that is our outer space.

I am Divine.

Descendant from the Land of Royalty itself,

Sprouted and risen from the soils of wealth.

I am BEAUTIFUL.

And I Know It.