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A Poem by George X
Queen your infinite for smooth skin is medicine,
Hidden secrets of colorful shades to heal melanin.
Queen practice what you preach physically & mentally are your duty,
You represent the moon for your equality & wisdom matches beauty.
Queen your hieroglyphs give codes of the beginning and what was created,
A sacred vital clover who is connected to her roots linked never separated.
Queen remember your excellency rise & live for youβre the sacred nation,
Peace & happiness are thicker than fame and fortune strive for elevation.
Queen growth is painful you must nourish the soul thatβs your style,
The original woman of earth keep on fighting you make me smile.
Queen pray, meditate, read, eat, study, a disciple Nubian majesty you shall endeavor,
Unbreakable for your African fabrics cut from a different cloth you will last forever.
Queen trust your instincts beautiful the blueprint of tenderness is loyalty,
Think purple illustrates creativity you stand for power, ambition, and royalty.
Queen the key holders of blessings & comfort donβt let it scatter,
Black woman believe in what you seek for your dreams matter.
About the Creator
πππ¨π«π π π
George X is a young African-American writer, following his bachelor's degree in creative writing at New England College. Growing, developing his craft within the writing world.
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By πππ¨π«π π π3 years ago in Fiction
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