#SlayedQueen

Dear 21st Century Chick...

Beauty

The fabric holding together your scars

You look at the Friday night sky. Mind open wide; window ajar.

Your face caressed and bathed in light from the moon and its million stars

Constant. Untamed. Unchanged through winds of trends as your priceless virtues are

 

Purity

Refreshing. Cool. They never call you hot as hell is.

Cuz truth is, though the masses will vote to sell this, the hot are hellish.

They’d dress to kill their trophy body. Advertising and claiming not to sell it!

The aisle is a long stretch, in a long dress. Plus the runway will let you loosen up and unveil it!

 

Hustle

Your knees bruise as they kiss the floor in prayer

You refuse to bear your body to eyes that can’t see inner flair

You’d rather be a servant in your own castle than a princess in a captor’s layer

You’re an African Queen! And NO!!! You never needed goldilocks’ shiny flowing hair!

 

Royalty

You’re not a slave to trends that destroy-

The image of a woman, by turning her into a toy-

To be picked up and discarded by whimsical overgrown boys!

You have personality; you are purpose-driven. The shallow eyes of pleasure-seekers you annoy!

 

Warrior

Each scar is a plot point in the story of you

It takes loving your imperfections to love yourself in full

You found yourself through the parts of you that nothing could bruise

And when the world showed you a picture of beauty, you thought it more beautiful to be you.

 

Identity

Slay queens feed off of men’s lust and vanity

You build empires that foster growth and uplift humanity

Slay queens transform their bodily appeal, according to trends, and the world’s fantasy

You constantly better your mind because real treasure needs work to find, and isn’t challenged by quantity.

 

Keep Smiling