"Women are Queens"

Women are Queens

I need to write this letter, this article, this prose, this song, this poem to create and share ideas or opinions from my brain or your brain of another human being in our climate of hate vs love and hope vs despair.

My grief is here

In this sphere

Of what is Earth,

Of living species of birth

Of all species on EARTH.

We are humans of feelings of grief and despair,

But also, feelings of love and care.

As an elder of my age

On the stage

Of life

Of strife

Of love

Of hugs

Of introvert or empath

Or after the wrath

Of a narcissistic bully

I ignore the bully, the mean one

Under the sun.

Peeps say be perfect baby!

I say beauty is skin deep baby!

Women in general were once under their men’s thumb.

Women were told to succumb

To men

Of sin

Who could do anything to any woman in 1952.

I will not go back to 1952.

Women were once told

To not be bold,

To look like they are 18 at 50,

To have a figure like they were 18 not 50 or 60.

The fashion magazines all had skinny models

Brainwashing society we should all be super models

Of stature indeed

Of evil seed.

Now we have BMI,

And it is I,

Who say this is unfair

I do care.

Society expects us all to weigh 110 pounds

Soak & wet and wearing clothes of the beyond

Of skinny models of 100 pounds,

Size 3 dress

32A bra

32-22-32.

Such a mess

I guess the rules were written by the Patriarchy.

I say malarky.

No one blames food additives

Or say that salt in every product is a laxative

Of crap that adds to weight gain.

If it’s all the same

I will be who I am,

Fat and old and pretty to me,

Cause beauty is only skin deep.

We are everyday people

Under the steeple of the dome

Of life

Of strife

Of living

Of eating

Of giving

Of believing

In hope

To cope

With illness, joy, love not to hate.

Its late in the day

Of the day of the way.

This is 2024.

This is not 1952.

So, therefore

Move on down the road

You toad

Of a patriarchal society,

Of men who think they are gods of notoriety,

But are small in comparison to looking out at Earth,

From the space station looking down on Earth,

As the patriarchal society of little white dudes

Elude,

The scene as they look like ants

Crawling around in their pants

To find a perfect girl

To whirl,

To control her soul,

To tell her he is bold,

And will love her til’ death.

She becomes his meth.

I say that part of patriarchal society,

Go away from me

Stay away from my body

I am a queen.

It seems

The male patriarchal society thinks they are the kings,

But they are nothing but a speck to this queen.

Equality or not is the question of 2024.

I choose equality and therefore

Women are their own person.

They can be who they are

Or who they want to be without exclusion

From whom they are, who they will become in life

Not strife

But to prepare their life alone

Not to be owned

By the male patriarchal society of tiny specks of bees

That sting the woman of their breath & soul

Women be bold

Do not be told

To sell your soul

To the male patriarchal society

As it be

That my babies came from my body

Not the man’s ribs or his body

Oh lordy!

Under the steeple of the dome

Of life

Of strife

Of living

Of eating

Of giving

Of believing

In hope

To cope

With illness, joy, love and not to hate.

WOMEN ARE QUEENS

WOMEN ARE SMART

WOMEN ARE QUEENS

TO MAKE A NEW START

TO BE A QUEEN

I AM A QUEEN!

PEACE OUT!

WRITTEN BY

VICKI LAWANA TRUSSELLI

AUGUST 29, 2024