Queen Of Her Own
The Queen holds court with steely grace,
Her gaze, a sword of fire;
Through time and space her glances trace,
Commanding and entire.
Each step, a promise, firm and clear,
She’s poised to claim her throne,
Her power is her own, none near.
The Queen holds court alone,
In tailored suits, sky-bound she flies,
Ambition in her wake;
She builds an empire, plans the rise,
No dream she cannot take.
Not beauty’s charm, but fire, she wields,
Unshackled, free to gain;
Her smile, precise, her presence shields,
Her voice—a storm, unchained.
In boardrooms, her edict is law,
Her strength, her own decree;
A Queen of steel, without a flaw,
Forever bold and free.
Her glance ignites, no plea she needs,
She stands, her purpose bare;
Unbent, the line of Queendoms deeds,
Unrestrained is her stare.
Queen of her own,
power in her bone,
Forever on her throne.

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