
Little girl, wipe the tears from your face
Young lady, throw off corrupt and worldly ways
Every woman, pick yourself up off the ground
You buried your crowns six feet in the dirt
You shunned your standards for ratchet mindsets
Where are the queens….are you not royalty?
Molded in righteousness and favored with grace
Beautifully crafted by a Master of masterpieces
God’s plan for us was not to be a servant to the streets
Not made to be peasants begging for life’s scrapes
Encouraged to encourage you not to let go of your crown
Daughters of the Most High….do you know Who You Are
Your gorgeous eyes, luscious hair, exuberant smile
Caramel, chocolate, vanilla, latte…..skin so unique
Flaunt your best outfit and walk confidently, Queen…..
–From poem, “Queen Walking”/ Book: Testimonies Of A Young Woman: Pieces of My Journey
ShuCora Walker, ©2018
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