Queenin

What started out slow, suddenly began careening

Lately, I ain’t been Queening

Queening ain’t for the squeamish

It’s wearing your head held high as you struggle with demons

Fending off the negative energy when you’ve been beaten

Spirit vamps stealing pieces of you and leaving

It’s not taking anything disrespectful or demeaning

Cut that shit out like a shrub,

Queens start preening

Allergic to the BS,

they be sneezing

Guard up, get that repellant so its fleeking!

Crown slightly slanted, but not fallen

Bossing up on you clowns, B I’m Stalin

Keeping my head in the clouds

dreaming

Thoughts of the high life on my mind,

teeming

on the brink of spilling over

got me

feening

It’s my time,

you been sleeping

Rest easy tho,

it’s my season

I am Sublime

Something like a dime,

Add me up and you get more bang for your buck

EVERY

TIME

I had been left dazed, betrayed and dismayed

I was settling for the downgrade

Fixing it all up with a hap-hazard band-aid

Tired of experiences controlling the narrative of my pen

Especially when it comes to these men

Gotta be my biggest fan

Believe in me like only I can

That had always been the master plan

On my rise to being Grand

So here I stand, with my game plan,

Waiting for my millions of followers and fans

Maybe one day I can add a man....