To Be One and All of Them.

I am the queen of my queendom— and thus, I reign. I’ve walked through fire, I’ve seen the pain. I’ve had my fights, stood strong, held tight, been broken in by fearless knights. I’ve earned my grace, now run this place in my own rhythm, my sacred pace. Don’t rush. Don’t push. I know my way. My life. My journey. This is my tale. I’m your Lover, I’m your Sinner, from dusk till dawn, I shiver. I let my last guard down, to meet you for real — no mask, no crown. But one thing stands, unshakably true: I’ll never give away myself for you. Now meet my Jester — she plays aloof, loves to dance on the highest roof. She can let go, surrender it all— if you jump, I jump. Just make the call. She plays for fun, may tease for gold, she knows the game— but shields the soul. The heart of a Warrior lives in my bones. She stands up strong, she holds her own. She’s not afraid to draw the line— she’s sharp, she’s clear, her strength is mine. She starts a fire to mark the end, the Rebel in me —she doesn’t bend. And don’t you dare make her the fool, she is no one’s script, obeys no rule. She knows what’s done, what’s past its time, she leaves what’s broken to build what’s mine. My inner Witch— she pulls you in to show you all that lies within. She knows the truth you fear to hear. She cuts through lies, she sees it clear. With every shadow, there is light. Just strip the drama. Drop the fight. I’m your Mother. I run through your blood, I’m here to nourish and heal every cut. I’ll remember your dreams when you forget, I’ll hold you close, I’ll tuck you in bed. For I am yours and you are mine. Until my final breath of time. I swear to myself to take up space, and live my life with style and grace. For I’m the queen of my queendom. I hold my ground. I need full cups to pour them out.