I wake up in the morning,
Slack-jawed, hair wrapped in a
Bonnet, sleepy eyed as I stumble
Out of bed. I throw my head back,
Cracking my joints loudly in the
Quiet silence of daytime. My feet
Shift apart as my hands reach up
To pay homage to the sky before
They fall and lift the covering
From my head.
My crown is too big for this world.
Hair tangles as it reaches up to meet
The sun, tiny ringlets singing in the
Daylight as I swing them to and fro.
My naps, my curls rejoice in the new present,
Forgetting about the yesterday already spent.
My garland of hair stretches and whispers with
My body as I spread my arms wide and
Press into my toes, thinking of how
In all creation, I’ve been given my throne
And the seal of authority sprouting from
Above my brow.
I am a queen, there is
None like me, I think as the sun
Keeps on shining.