Am I not your Queen?

 Am I not Black enough to be your Queen ?

Hair not straight enough to fit your dream.

Or am I a victim of unjust tragedies, followed by fallacies and ideology of legacies that were taken from me?
Are my people not the beginning?
Or was it the people who pummeled the man, who took from the land and raped our spirits.
Am I not your Queen?
Hair curly enough to hold all my dreams.
Eyes big enough to see everything.
Skin bronze enough to pass for anything.
When they took our wombs, tombs and teachings was it everything they were looking for but without bleaching.
Was our knowledge such a secret that they had to keep it and turn around to delete it.
And I ask..
Am I not your Queen?
Yet my brother’s who love other's, forgot to love themselves. Put their “blackness” on a shelf and discuss black women like they didn't come from one themselves.
What will you teach our daughters when they explore the waters and ask you“Am I not your Queen?”

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