6 years ago. Friday, July 26, 2019 at 5:43 PM
All she had to say
She couldn’t
She spoke with her eyes
To the screen
Unseen
Unheard
Unfelt
She wanted
She loved
All unclaimed
Like silt
Through her fingers
She mused
About the bees
And the queens
She couldn’t land
On her own face
Uncrowned
Never crowned
Never collared
Perhaps
She was the frog
Being handed back
Frowned upon
Untreasured
Uncherished
Moving backwards
Backwards
Unprogressive
A child’s book
About a girl
Finding a kingdom
East of the sun
West of the moon
To help the frog
Maybe instead
It was a queendom
Moving forward
To land on
Her face