Queen Waiting

When are we ready to graduate to the next level that no one wants to talk about but every woman yearns to be?

That level of Queen.  That level that cries:
I am Queen of my understanding.  I am Queen of my Bee.  I am Queen of every young lover who ever left the ocean for a Meal to Feel, Feel, Feel.
                                                                                                        To the Floor, Floor, Floor where we all do something crazy and nice.

This is being Queen.  This is being Proud.  This is being Solid in the Cloud to be nothing meek but Tall Tall Tall in presence and home we find answers that were always known.

Be the power to remember to learn from the fear that ate our plates away.  Japan destruction that still hurts more with each day.  These are scares to remember, these are scares to full-focus-make.  We are the solution if only to listen to the make, brake, forsake of all human-kind to create.

This create is of something true and more honest than the hearts of young lover's zeal.

This is human.
This is Queen.
This is the plight I see us women of our era who feel our grandmother feel-yas.
We
Are
New Live the Life of climbers, diggers, grinders, holders, formers can do.