Queen You are everything that I am. You’re a part of my very soul. For nine months of my life you fed me your very thoughts. You helped me become part of what I am. From inside of you, I felt your love and as I grew, I knew there would never be another you. Mother of love and peace, Allah (God) made you to be a queen sitting there beside your king you are the mother of all men. You are the one who help ease my pain. When I’m out in the world, I must stand alone, but when I come home, you are there to help ease my pain. I can’t understand why we treat you so bad and yet you stay to give us armies of men to help fight the powers of pain! As I grew into manhood, I went out in the world looking for love, but I always came back home, because I knew where it was. Now I know why they call you queen, because to me you’re everything. You were giving a gift by Allah (God) himself to love with a heart of gold, to be able to understand that pain and to still come up out of that pain with love for your black man.
Posted on: Sat, 07 Sep 2013 17:26:45 +0000