I
used to be like many women in the world
Just
happy with the little I got.
I
followed my mothers steps
When
being free had no sense.
Waking
up in the morning mad,
Thinking
what else I forget.
Breakfast,
lunch, summer, dinner,
Jealous
women,
Driving
to work like the best member
Of
the best ever racing ream.
But
something was shining;
People
followed me.
I
gave them hope,
At
least daily laugh.
Still
thinking not being pretty and smart.
I
almost gave up,
I
almost blend in.
And
looked at the eyes,
The
eyes of a Queen.
Beautiful
woman,
Strong,
wisdom and free,
She
started at me.
What's
wrong with you,
Can't
you see?
