Activities of Precious Queen

I'm as troubled as an artist. But I lack inspiration to turn this tears into something worth shedding a tear about.
I lack the words to make stanzas and poems or anything worth listening to.
I am a musician without a rhythm or rhyme.
I am a painter lacking all primary colours, just shades of black and grey.
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I hope I birth an author. Pen as their sword and paper as their cradle.
Brave with words and wiser with songs. Strong with rhymes and courteous to poems.
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I sometimes daydream of trauma. Trauma that never happened to me but to women that bared the image of me.
A stronger braver woman who overcame and conquered and ruled in her own little world. A wiser woman who learnt from her mistakes and got back up again.
A bolder woman more eye capturing than what I imagined Cleopatra herself would be
Will I ever be these women? Better
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I am deep. I am vast.
There are parts of me you will never see nor understand but my love surrounds and often drowns.
I am quiet and I am a storm.
Still and fiery are the words to describe me.
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