The Queen

A true queen is one when she's not. - Michelle Liew

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She moved in small steps, a gilded pawn,

A sheltered Queen, only her title shone.

With each small step, a risk to bear,

While her King stayed protected, his coat and hair.

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She swept the board, her sword ablaze,

Though pawns blocked her path, she stayed unfazed.

She reached the last line, where she would be crowned,

But paused to cede her jewels, coat, and gown.

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"I wear a crown not for my strength,

Not when the rules of chess are bent.

Let them be free so others may rise—

My throne means naught if they don't survive."

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The crowd stood still, amazed, in awe,

Not of her crown, but of her law.

She was a pawn, but changed the game,

Became the Queen by her humble name.

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Original poem by Michelle Liew. AI tags are coincidental.