I have heard of your kingdoms
but that story has been told.
Even in the way you frame
the phrase, Not my daughter,
you show ownership of the other.

Mothers, daughters, sisters,
and queens, they are not cattle
nor are they empty voiceless
vessels for selfish ends.

Their freedom from the patriarchy
is a song the world keeps
tuning down, but I say, rise you
Queendom and be the strength
loudly you have always quietly held.

Be the voice, art, and music
of an equality that is centuries
too late, delayed by millennia.

JD DeHart is a writer and teacher. He has two poetry projects available at Origami Poetry. Read other articles by JD.