Reign

Deep, golden brown reminiscent of rich soil,

much like that of the ground that the ancestors toiled.

Mounds as majestic as the mountainous regions

ride above hips designed clearly for procreative reasons.

Life both ends and begins at the meeting of thighs

thick enough to support the full weight of her rise.

Born with innate imperfection its true.

Still she'll rise like the words of Sister Angelou.

Great nations existed giving birth to a heritage

which was wholly subjected to hatred, carnage.

A brand new nation was erected, in part, on our backs,

in our blood, and on our broken hearts.

[His] tells the [story] of a great loss and despair.

[Her]story refuses to end, but starts there.

She clothes herself in knowledge of the heroes unsung.

Her Crown an example for Queens & Kings yet to come.

The world may forget, for time won't stand still.

But as long as she breathes, you never will.

The stride of her step, her inner beauty well kept.

You'll marvel to see the sheer majesty of a true Queen.

And lest you feign ignorance when you see she can still

seamlessly rule with the might of a King.