I did a poem last year just wanting to show encouragement to women in every aspect of the word(world). Queens need uplifting as much as possible and we should be the ones giving it. They are the world they are God’s and we should treat them as such. I just want to share this one with you guys hope you like it!
If the body is a temple then you should know your worries are mental. If you need affirmation look up at the stars for reclamation.
The moon carries the tidal waves like your curves carry your body shape.
The sun feeds the earth and in 9 months you can repopulate from rebirth. I gotta give it to you, your magnificent it’s no incident you use The god instrument to implement a new equivalent. I’m nervous now I have a knot in my throat the size of Jupiter in my jugular. I’m a wanderer but if I can pollinate I wish to flower her, induce a sprout to her cause I’m proud of her.
The galaxy is calling my name, it’s calling for change and I’m calling for the same. Her frame icy cold as Pluto got me sick it’s not enough Menudo but what to do though? To the stars I must fly, in her arms, I can’t lie. The breast on your chest reminds me of the rings on Saturn’s vest. I digress. Trapped in your Venus flytrap I learn to adapt. I know your mercury will nurture me for certain(ly).
You play some Neptune’s as I catch glides of your perfume I can be your groom until the tomb.
Round and round and round the galaxy we go the stars are ours, we use mars for cars, so hold my hand and enjoy the show.
