I parade around like I’m a Queen.
That’s my job now. That’s my thing.
My stilettos, like my heart are black as coal.
That’s my color. So’s my soul.
I’m a legend in my own mind. And, that’s cool.
I’m not playing, though. So don’t be fooled.
Herald the day I awakened to a whole new world.
Sing the praises of the woman who’s beyond that naive girl.
My whims are less elastic
But my dreams, no less fantastic
I stand with pride; I control my own domain.
His whims forever restrained.
Take the varnish off the good old-fashioned girl
Raised insane to smash the mad patriarchal world.
No, I do not cook and clean.
That’s not my job. That’s not my thing.
Leave it to him, or I’ll make him squeal
Beneath my stiletto-clad Matriarchal heel.
It’s a brand-new world, the future to be seen
He, as my servant and Me, his loving Queen.
Diva’s Loving Leadership (c) 2016