She’s a queen, a woman of strength and character, of divine beauty with humble respect. She’s a queen, what every woman aspires to be, what every man desires to have. She’s a queen, her wisdom and patience is more valuable than any fortune could purchase. She’s a queen, no mere man can approach her, only kings of royalty can be in her counsel. She’s a queen, the softness of her voice calms the most vicious of savages and the stern look of her beautiful eyes will bring out the yellow of any coward, yet ignite flames of passion and devotion to any man strong enough to return the glance. She’s a queen, loyal to her subjects and her king. She’s a queen, mother to our future, nurturer to our children, the voice of reason to a king at war, the key to our survival. She’s a queen, her love cannot be bought with silver or gold, no, she will only accept a diamond. She’s a queen, many men wish they could have her, only one can say that he has. She’s a queen, as a princess she endured many storms and many heartaches, now her roots are grounded in her Queendom, now those strong winds no longer blow her away, though they may ruffle a few leaves every now and then. She’s a queen, her duty is to her king and children, anyone else must humbly request a favor. She’s a queen, love reigns within her heart, appreciation glows from her soul, and virtuosity is exuded from her being, she is the definition of a virago, a virtuous woman, a woman of standard. She’s a queen, married to a king and the most high above, she is a queen, a strong black woman.

(c) 2007 Jeremy Cole