Born of queens

by Bonnie Pockley

‘We are the daughters born of queens,

We have taken your truth and made it our blasphemy,

We are the believers

And we want you to see us,


Disgraced and fierce. 

We are the free and we are, indeed,

Your hope and your glory,

The resonance of a distorted fury

And the fire-belly of bliss,

That makes us worship our dreams. ‘

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