Her Crown, My Crown;
Such a difference between the two.
Different women; different stories;
Different ways we made it through.
See, I might’ve went left;
But she had to go right.
Sometimes she kept it peaceful;
But me, I had to fight.
Her dad may have been her best friend;
While mine remained an enemy.
Her childhood could’ve been a blessing;
While mine stayed a tragedy.
I don’t know what makes her, her;
And she doesn’t know why I’m me.
I don’t understand the moves she makes;
And my path, to her, is still a mystery.
She don’t think how I think.
And my mind isn’t one she understands.
She may put her trust in her family;
While I don’t put confidence in man.
Her beauty is because she stays true to her.
My beauty, because I stay true to me.
Yet there is so much division among us
But as to why, I cannot see!
She loves the path she is taking,
And I must say, I am enjoying mine;
But there is no reason to point out each others flaws,
There is no reason to create a divide.
It’s time we learn to help each other up;
It’s so easy to pull each other down!
No matter the difference between us,
We can respect both her and my CROWN!
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