Queen

How can the deepest melanin be see-through?

How can someone so loud be unheard?

How can someone so angry be walked on?

It is said she doesn’t belong, her eyes not bright enough, her tears not soft enough, her pain unfounded.

Her confidence hides behind her mask. She is afraid to reveal herself for her homelessness will be exposed and her vulnerability mocked, ridiculed.

Her enemies are one in the same, the one who resembles her father, the hierarchy of shades brighter than her hue and the unraveling of coils closer to her nemesis.

Who will fight for her as she goes in isolation?

Who will carry her burden when her spirit collapses?

Who will cry for her when she is gone?

• Who will thank her for her sacrifice?
  The birth of human kind