Black Queens

What does it take for you to see
That I, black woman am a queen.
A blood line that’s enriched with regality.
I deserve love, respect, care and integrity.
I am the daughter of Hatshepsut queen of Egypt’s dynasty,
Whom, after her husband Thutmose passed, left a majestic legacy.
I am the sister of Tiye whose sincerity
Resulted in North and Black Africa’s unity.
Amenhotep admired her so
He did something never done befo’
He proclaimed her equal to that of a king,
And sealed his love with a ring.
My cuz is Makeda, Queen of Sheba whose beauty brought Solomon to his knees
His only problem was her vow of chastity.
Nevertheless, because of his great admiration he honored her request
And continued to lavish her with feasts while holding conversations intellectually.
She learned of his thoughts and ideas and realized he was with nia.
She watched his actions and listened to his decisions becoming convinced of his wisdom.
So finally she agreed to consummate their love which brought upon the life of a son.
Naming him Menilek, meaning “son of wisdom”
He grew to become of the great rulers of Jerusalem.
My relation to black queens exceeds just those three.
But what is about people in today’s society who neglect to see our ebony royalty
Even our own brothas, fathers, and lovas call us a bitch and hoe.
Telling us our own worth is a bill and nothing mo’
But its not just those around us we,
black women ourselves fail to see we deserve R E S P E C T.
What happened to our honor and pride?
But you don’t care cuz your only with him for his ride
Even if that means he gotta beat your ass at night
But he’ll buy you those new shoes if you don’t put up a fight.
But is it worth prostituting yourself to man
Just so u can say he bought you a new parada bag?
I know you realize it aint rite cuz you feel the pain.
Love shouldn’t fall down, shower, and drown u like the rain.
Love should shine bright and rise like the sun to warm and embrace you everyday.
But nobody wants to take that step to change.
Nobody feels the situation needs to be rearranged.
They say, “I can’t better myself, my friendships, my relationships.
I’m jus gonna keep doin the same thing everyone else is
Who am I to stand up and preach, trying to fight for what’s right.
I don’t need to be happy, I just gotta learn how to deal.
This is what I’m use to, what I’m going through that’s what real.
They tell me my ideal is merely that, a fairy tale story about once upon a time.
Well lemme take it back for you, let’s rewind.
Once upon time Hatshepsut, Tiye, and Makeda, African Queens,
Were able to end up in relationships full of sincerity, powerful enough to unite countries.
Egypt, Nubia, and Sheba are the black roots which take the blood from blue veins and make them red again.
But now ladies, we have hardened black scars from bleeding too much red blood by men who do nothing but make us blue.
How is it that we have lost our integrity
Jus mere centuries ago I was an ebony queen
Then I was raped, abused and misused during slavery . . .
What has happened to me I don’t understand I am a queen!!
Where are my Kings who would stand strong by my side.
So confident in themselves they didn’t have to argue over pride.
Cuz if you gotta unzip your pants to prove you have balls
Then you really don’t have any at all.
What does it say about you
If you always gotta make sure they there?
What u afraid they might disappear?
What happened to the respect of Amenhotep and the wisdom of Solomon?
What happened to the admiration and love for the black woman.
I gotta stop this for just a second because
I need to give my brothas and sistas who feelin me some love.
Unfortunately those who think like me fall in the minority.
This is our creed and what we believe,
My black brothas are kings and my black sistas are queens.
My brothas refuse to be another ignorant nigga with a brain in mental chains
They expand their mind and intend to find a way to make a change.
My sistas kno how much their worth and by this they are driven
They’re so on point with who they are, they don’t have to ask for respect its a given.
We, black queens, are bringers of knowledge, teacher of spirituality,
Carrier of emotions, and mother to all of the living.
What does it take for society, my sistas, my brothers, and especially me
To see that we, black women, and I black woman, am a queen.