Fairest of em all

I’m a queen of my own making

My sweat adorns me with gold

My feet carry me to my throne

And my lowered eyes make me high
security is my sword

upright shoulders and a solemn tongue

I have honor shadowing my path
Virtue has draped me in a cape

And my heart has become my veil

My secrets are my strength, of which is no one’s avail.
I’ve no ditches dug for blackmail or treachery

I don’t need a fort to keep me snug

My honor is the sun and cool air beeming around me and creating happy shadows, 

I have nothing to hide
I can’t be fought over a drought dried of delight and rain

I’ve distanced myself from your woeful gain
There is no usury without the ingredient of misery

and I have none, thus I’m unbeatable

And my journey has just begun
My head is bare of a crown, my keen scrutiny is enough for a noticable light of status.

I don’t look into murky water, it’s a waste of divine time

I’m a queen of my own making, and my successor is my good deeds

Thus creating Never ending waves as my army
My name may be one day forgotten

But my work will be everlasting

And that makes me

The fairest of em all

#sjw

#female

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A secret, intentionally forgotten

Is chivalry a secret?

Silently preserved in the archives of patriarchy

Is a woman’s respect and honor a conspiracy as much as it is a horrid dream
You think you’re being casual but damn it I know what you’re doing

I’m not your bro or broski

It’s a projection to enjoy my reaction and feed yourself

I’m not your friend, I’m a woman with honor and dignity

Because I wouldn’t want anyone else treated like that, regardless of who they are.

Chastity isn’t only on the inside

It’s everything on the outside

Be loyal to yourself, let others be loyal to themselves as well.

An Answer (a cycle of victim-blaming)

Finally gotten the opportunity to find an answer

But before receiving an answer, there has to be a question

How can there be a question if the problem can’t be named

The problem appears invisible, as you’re the only witness

It’s hard to prove the facts when you’re the only evidence

As the evidence is you, unchanged, unmoved, still in place, frozen in a state of permanence

the problem appears to be you

Questions are refuted to you

You are the fault

So now take the salt

Answer the question

that you brought into creation

Because you’re the one who complained

You’re the one who cried

you’re the one who stood apart

so face this disgrace and comply

for trying to escape your space

stand back in place

the ace is in my hand

i’m the one in command

My modesty

Can my morals and free-thought culture be the flirtatious song of my voice

that brings charmed smiles

or my determination in my aspirations cause the love-struck ambitions

Can selflessness be an adornment the way

my robe generously flows around my hips

Or-When can my deep sincerity, honesty, and integrity be the exotic

blackest kohl

as my veil of identity and personality graces my eyes

Can it be that all that I’ve learned and am learning

be the gold hung around my neck and hands

And be the means of true impression and status

Or my diligence and it’s dirt of hard work on my clothes

be the satin fabric that illuminates my skin

the way my heart illuminates

all the same, from within. in full radiance, and beauty

that I can claim to be of my own

and natural