We'll never be Royals
I placed this crown on my head today.
As the window light hit its unique stones and curves , it shined over the room and created beautiful reflections on my bedroom floor.
I looked out of the window of my castle and saw another Queen. She waved at me in the most dignified way. After she finished brushing her long blonde hair, she took her crown and sword and went out to conquer her day.
I went back to my mirror and although the crown was heavy,
I stood straight and felt powerful.
But darling, always remember when I say womanpower it's not for diminishing your masculinity.
And when I say black power it's not for downgrade your beautiful white skin. It's just the fact that as a black woman in this patriarchal kingdom leaded mostly by white kings and knights,
I have managed to survive.
And no darling, I don't need your permission to grace that.
Sometimes I felt lonely in that high tower. They told me to wait for my prince charming, but when he finally arrived, the only thing I found charming was his beautiful black horse. Dark like a night, elegant like the North Star.
They told me the only way to become a Queen was marrying the King.
But there is the sun and there is the moon.
And I'm not ready to be the moon who has to die every time when the sun shines.
So I removed this crown from my head and placed it into my heart. And there, in very safe place, it keeps warming and enlightening all the dark and forgotten corners of my heart.
Maybe I'll never be royal but that only gives me the opportunity to build my own empire. My own Queendom.
After the sunset I went out to walk with my new wild horse.
We walked on the open field, my bare foot touching the moist grass.
There we were,speaking the same language of freedom and bravery.
And from that animal's spirit I learnt how to be extremely humble and yet so majestic at the same time.
We watched the stars dancing in a chilled breeze.
They were proud of their newborn moon.
As the window light hit its unique stones and curves , it shined over the room and created beautiful reflections on my bedroom floor.
I looked out of the window of my castle and saw another Queen. She waved at me in the most dignified way. After she finished brushing her long blonde hair, she took her crown and sword and went out to conquer her day.
I went back to my mirror and although the crown was heavy,
I stood straight and felt powerful.
But darling, always remember when I say womanpower it's not for diminishing your masculinity.
And when I say black power it's not for downgrade your beautiful white skin. It's just the fact that as a black woman in this patriarchal kingdom leaded mostly by white kings and knights,
I have managed to survive.
And no darling, I don't need your permission to grace that.
Sometimes I felt lonely in that high tower. They told me to wait for my prince charming, but when he finally arrived, the only thing I found charming was his beautiful black horse. Dark like a night, elegant like the North Star.
They told me the only way to become a Queen was marrying the King.
But there is the sun and there is the moon.
And I'm not ready to be the moon who has to die every time when the sun shines.
So I removed this crown from my head and placed it into my heart. And there, in very safe place, it keeps warming and enlightening all the dark and forgotten corners of my heart.
Maybe I'll never be royal but that only gives me the opportunity to build my own empire. My own Queendom.
After the sunset I went out to walk with my new wild horse.
We walked on the open field, my bare foot touching the moist grass.
There we were,speaking the same language of freedom and bravery.
And from that animal's spirit I learnt how to be extremely humble and yet so majestic at the same time.
We watched the stars dancing in a chilled breeze.
They were proud of their newborn moon.
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