The Creole Queen was not born to bow
She is both Wolf and Horse
Wild and Free
It is She they seek
When Angels fall
It is her soul upon which they feast
Still, she will rise
Trained by Demon spys
Still, she will soar
Through that door
Filled with light and love
From The God Above
To the Goddess Within
She is not without sin
She is the redeemer, the anchor and the compass
She is woke and she is not yet broken
-Devon J Hall
Loud Mouth Brown Girl 