My eyes welcomed the darkness
and omniscience that the stars brought.
My eyes saw gold rings and
the face of power, reflections,
in the unstained mirror.
I was not the queen
bee, whose honey hole is lifted
and plugged up tight,
aimed at the ground.
I was not a slave to the production
of slaves.
I was not feminine and fragile
and filled with regret.
I was Woman. I was King.
Omnipotent. All-Knowing.
- I woke suddenly and
my fingers darted to the keyboard and
I - waited impatiently
for the screen, which I could not rush,
to turn on.
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