where’s my lighter?

 

The queen burned down her own kingdom 

Overrun with foolishness

She was homeless/hoeless 

Far from hopeless though

She laughed slightly and smiled 

The queen burned down her own kingdom

 She stood just close enough to feel the warmth of the flickering flames and not get burnt

Bending down, she lit her cigarette on the walls of her burning kingdom 

Unafraid of cancer, because we’re all terminal anyway, she inhaled and exhaled 

Fuck it

Let it burn

Let it burn

Let it burn 

She owned that it wasn’t built on anything worth saving 

Foundation fractaled by faux “I’ll love you forevers” flung from mouths that made mockeries of marriage 

Unions made useless 

Committed only to not being committed 

Lessons learned

Bridges burned 

The queen burned down her own kingdom

Let it Burn

to be continued…

Ain’t no princesses here

Once upon a timeless time three queens came together.  They had random adventures, deep conversations, and occasionally twerked to popular music in the privacy of their own homes.

They wiped each others tears, gave long hugs, and laughed until they couldn’t breathe.

You see when queens come together and remember to AUTHENTICALLY  love on one another the whole kingdom vibrates higher.

*Ain’t no gossip.

Ain’t no fakery.

Ain’t no lies.

Ain’t no cat fights.

Ain’t no subtweets.

Ain’t no bullshit.

Once upon a timeless time three queens came together because the truth is queens NEED each other.

 

 

 

 

No periods – Stream of thought

Romance isn’t dead

Maybe our belief in it is

Can we resurrect our belief in romance?

What is love and what is lust?

Thinking back on my lessons i.e. my exes

That was love and that was lust -I categorize

My awakening from my own Disney dreams of idealistic romance push me to find balance as possible loves approach

On dates with suitors who think that flashy monologues about who they are will win my heart and panties (or in some cases just the panties)

I realize that I must be frank about my feelings and thoughts (or lack of feelings and thoughts) in respects to these suitors who are only enraptured by their own reflection in my eyes so that they too can wake up

They don’t care to actually know me and don’t even seem to realize that what they are falling for is an illusion they have created

I am not mad about this or even sad because I have done this too

I find myself grateful that I am even aware that their like/love/lust for me isn’t really about me

Romance isn’t dead maybe my belief in it was

I am not a Disney princess – I am a new age Queen happily building a kingdom solo aware that a King is coming

Aware that I will just know when he arrives

Aware that I will know because of all that I’ve seen all that I’ve learned and all that I believe

Romance isn’t dead and I will never stop believing