You one-trick pony.
Your entire identity wrapped up in what you do.
Who you know.
What you wear.
I shed a tear for you.
I’m a royal heir.
You were too, once upon a time,
But you choose to forfeit your birthright to possess something destructible instead.
I walk alone boldly.
Crown on straight now, make no mistakes, I am love in action.
My fragrance is subtle yet strong when I pass by
No denying I am Queen,
Strong.
All purposeful and all about purpose.
Eyes straight ahead locked onto my prize.
Can’t get lost in the glares from the envious.
I will always prevail.
All the glory to the God who sent me.
There is no doubt, I am Queen.