Queen Poem by Khauri Teverbaugh

Struggling with the definition “Queen”
The truest meaning failing to be seen, in my eyes
I strive, to be…Me.
The impertinence of personal connotations swaying me from
The inevitable predestination of who I am created to be.
How much longer must I struggle with this realization of me?
Binding myself up…in the ropes of semantics
Wrestling over the precise word that “man” picks
Instead of focusing on the original intent, the intended and from whom it was sent
It is more than a reflection
It is an identity
Who I am…Me
All of me cannot be had, known, or expressed without this integral part
The masterpiece of my heart…
Is incomplete
Needing to understand that without the pinnacle of sovereignty
Vulnerability of myself is obsolete
So without further ado, I introduce to you
QUEEN