What makes you a Queen?
Is it the down you wear on your head?
Or the pigment of your skin
The family you were born in
The king that promised you happily ever after?
Or the weight you bear on your shoulders and still stand head high?
The comfort you bring to the despaired,
Maybe the beauty that radiates from outside or within,
The zeros you scribble on your cheques
Or the pearls adorned on your neck?
Define you. Be your own Queen.