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My Queen
She was my queen. I would have
died for her cause. You should have seen
the passion in her eyes when someone
needed help. Her ear was where pain came
to die. A fear consumed all those who
stood in the way of social justice
she was here to achieve equality and
she wouldn't sleep until she got it.
She kissed me with the same fire. Like
somewhere in me was the truth and
light that would spark the revolution.
She pulled me tight like a bow string
and let me go like a finished project.
My queen and I, just another piece
of collected land for the better of her
citizens whom she lead without even
a glance behind to see if they were following.
