Poetry of Women
Legacy
once upon a time we praised Queens.
we praised the Queen of the Nile; Her eyes were the rubiest of red gem
I had ever seen. She was the most beautiful dream
I ever thought I could dream. And She gave her life to me.
the scene we made was gold and when Her story unfolds history is told.
She had patience of the old. Her zeal was real.
She said She’d give her half to me and She did.
She gave the other half to you; to young women never forced to run,
but those who could stand;
stand alone, an army of one.
you were given a dynasty that the wisest of the wise or the blind could see,
but we, as a construct of society have forgotten that you are Queen here.
have you forgotten what You mean here? You are royalty.
how could you let them take blood from Your stone? take mud from Your rose?
You are all yellow rose, stripped, written in prose.
my Queen of the Nile, Her throne was bones, all the while, She gave you a kingdom.
You had everything you ever needed and then some. Her legacy was stolen; ripped open. tell me are You young, wild or broken?
either way, just remember, You are all something, aren't You?
You are all beautiful; even when You grow old, still see the new in You.
liberate Yourself today.
today, learn that love can't conquer it all, until You conquer the fall.
and my Queen gave You these things, so Princesses please remember Her great return lies within each and every one of You; each and every one of You are Legacy tonight.
This right here is Legacy tonight and You are all invited because once upon a time,
we used to praise Queens and tonight;
Tonight, We still do.
- Steven Valentine, Poet
once upon a time we praised Queens.
we praised the Queen of the Nile; Her eyes were the rubiest of red gem
I had ever seen. She was the most beautiful dream
I ever thought I could dream. And She gave her life to me.
the scene we made was gold and when Her story unfolds history is told.
She had patience of the old. Her zeal was real.
She said She’d give her half to me and She did.
She gave the other half to you; to young women never forced to run,
but those who could stand;
stand alone, an army of one.
you were given a dynasty that the wisest of the wise or the blind could see,
but we, as a construct of society have forgotten that you are Queen here.
have you forgotten what You mean here? You are royalty.
how could you let them take blood from Your stone? take mud from Your rose?
You are all yellow rose, stripped, written in prose.
my Queen of the Nile, Her throne was bones, all the while, She gave you a kingdom.
You had everything you ever needed and then some. Her legacy was stolen; ripped open. tell me are You young, wild or broken?
either way, just remember, You are all something, aren't You?
You are all beautiful; even when You grow old, still see the new in You.
liberate Yourself today.
today, learn that love can't conquer it all, until You conquer the fall.
and my Queen gave You these things, so Princesses please remember Her great return lies within each and every one of You; each and every one of You are Legacy tonight.
This right here is Legacy tonight and You are all invited because once upon a time,
we used to praise Queens and tonight;
Tonight, We still do.
- Steven Valentine, Poet