Queen

Soft and petite
U would mistake her for weak
She is half woman half god
Dutifully wearing her crown, king
When life visits her in form of red fluid and pain
She knows even in that there is life to gain
A home,queen,girl she is all of these
If somehow u forgot that, remember this

About This Poem

Last Few Words: I was having mad cramps

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
How does this theme appeal to you?
Is the internal logic consistent?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - draft