New Royalty

I might be descendants of African, Native American, Latin or European kings and queens,
But the last few generations have been mixed and forcefully produced, so I don’t know where I am from
What box should I check off black, brown, or white?
Should I bow my head in shame for not being a true Nubian queen or for not being a true Native of the Americas or for not being a true European Lady or for not being a Latin Reina
Why should I be made to bow down to theses differences that you think find me lacking
I am a smooth ample watered down caramel queen
Never has a queen bowed her head in shame for she lacks nothing and has it all at her feet

So I am a mixed up mixture I can’t and won’t cater to your silliness
I can claim any and all parts that make me this new shade of a queen in me
So sisters and brothers, hermanas y hermanos take me as I am
I am part of a new breed of queens I am proud of my mixture
I am a Nubian, Native, European and Latin queen I choose to embrace all of my uniqueness

I don’t have to love a Nubian king to show my African ness
I don’t have to love a Native king to show you my American ness
I don’t have to love a European king to show you my European ness
I don’t have to love a Latin king to show you my Latin ness
I don’t have to love one of those to be with my own kind for they all are mine

Don’t ask me to stay with my kind
For my kind is a strong loving dynamic man regardless of his outer trappings
Don’t ask me to better my race
For my race is the human race with a heart the size of the planet
Don’t ask me to settle
For I would be bored by such single mindedness
Don’t ask me to just love one kind of king
For I won’t choose from such a narrow field of choice

Don’t ask me to forget or ignore my mixture
For it is my mixture that has given me the sparkle in my eyes
For it is my mixture that has given me my succulent mouth
For it is my mixture that has given me my bountiful curves
For it is my mixture that has given me my sharp mind
For it is my mixture that has you worshipping at my altar
For it is my mixture that has you secretly wishing to understand all that I am
For it is my mixture that has you trying to become part of the new royalty
For it is my mixture that has you dazed, confused and afraid of what’s to come
For it is my mixture that has you trying to put me in a tiny box, but you can’t enclose all that makes me the new royalty

So embrace my mixture, leave the fear behind and I will embrace you within the new royalty

6/11/06 – 6/13/06

3 thoughts on “New Royalty

  1. Raivenne says:

    I came to comment only to see I already have! The “For it is my mixture…” run – so good.

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