Remember that man? The one who taught me what love sounded like... then taught me what betrayal echoes like. You walked behind my back into places where my name had already been written. Then you reached for the chisel. Not to build... to erase. You removed my name. You never removed my reign. For centuries, men called it tradition. Women called it hypocrisy. Funny how equality becomes offensive the moment it arrives at your doorstep. You thought you were burying me. You were digging your own bottle. Queens aren't written in ink. We're written into memory. History tells the truth long after liars run out of stone.
Slam poetry by Lucyalia
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