I’m a queen
I give birth to nations
I fight this world
Everyday
for the safety of my children

I give birth to sons
Kings not princes
My children were born to rise
To live,
dream

I did not create this world
But
I live in it
Cry in it
Watch my children
die in it.

My children
are oppressed.
My sons
stripped
of human respect.

Attacked for being
Different
Persecuted for the
Color
Of their skin.

My sons and daughters
Look dangerous
Born criminals
Filled with
fear and hate.

The color
of my son’s skin
Is not
the color of
his heart.

He is human
Born
In the image of
God.

Raised
A King
Taught
to hold
his head high

Respect all
Learn from differences
Around you
Not run from them

Yet
every day
I fear for my children
Especially
my sons

Born
with
one foot
in the grave

I struggle
to keep
them alive
To help them
be fruitful

In a world
that
hated them
since
birth

I weep
tears
only a
mother
Can shed.

But

I will
Continue
to pray
Work
for change

Because
the world
Needs to know
my kings
will not go

They are here
To be heard
To live
their dreams
Raise a family

Contribute to
This amazing
world
Add to the beauty
That is hidden inside

When we all stop
Living
with hate
Learn to
accept life

With all the
Colors and shapes
It comes in.

I am a Queen
I give birth to nations
My Kings and Queens
Will continue to fight
For what is right
And I their mother
Will see them through