You rare and beautiful jewel,

the world doesn’t deserve you.

You arrived as starlight,

the promise of God but some don’t know how to admire from a distance,

they try and consume you.

Try to hold your essence but you are fragile to rough hands

and as bright as the sun, you burn through the pain.

Almost,

smothered and choked out

but the wind of your fighting strength picks up.

You enflame the ashes and rise above it all.

You show up fearlessly every day in the faces of perpetrators and patriarchy.

Leaving your presence of light and power and resilience reigning.

Sound the bell for the fallen sisters and hold your head high.

You warrior queen.