I was in my closet, wearing my crown with no consent,
I was like a princess, aiming for the throne
standing by the mirror, I applauded myself.
I am beautiful, yes I know.
she is beautiful, beyond your imagination,
you said you love him but you lost him
the pieces of your broken heart, mended together
the scars and the time
her everyday tears, creating a river for her to wash away the pain.
Lusting into the arms of a stranger
I thought I finally found the one, my comforter
A friend I could trust, like my calender
fixing her eyes in his eyes
slowly, she moved closer on the sinking chair
her neck aiming towards his, and her breath washing over is face, as she whispered and asked softly,
can I kiss you? Can I kiss your smooth glossy lips?
he replied, I am not sure
she asked again, he questioned her actions
he gave in, into the arms of a friend and a stranger
he thought I was in love,
she thought she was too
said things she could not keep
she had to let him go
she was a user, was she?
she lost her crown, felt so low
hiding in her closet , huffing and puffing
she gasped for air…
Fighting the voice of condemnation
she looked through her closest and wore her crown
she giggled and said to her own ears
I am a Queen.
Although she fell but she’s not staying down
she made a mistake, but chose to learn
That consent is important
CONSENT is everything
to agree freely and readily is A must.