I’m not sorry..

Not sorry for being a crafted human of beauty.. A generous spirit, a forgiving creature and a hopeful soul..  

I’m only sorry for making you shake at my presence, uneasy about my movement, brain and demands 👑..

Not sorry for being Royalty, a Queen who knows her worth and capability.. Not sorry for being a black woman nor being bold , after all I am here for greater purposes..


Growing up, being forced to act or be “mature” , I wish I could pause my life.. Breathe in and out for countless times.. 

Exams are already pressure themselves, University is already a formation of horror in my head.. I can’t help but panic but! Silver lining? Maybe… 

Wait… I’m thinking…