Queen Black Bee

The faster you realize your only purpose here,
the faster your struggle ends.

You weren’t meant to stand equal.
You were meant to kneel,

I see the way you look at me - hungry, captivated, powerless. You crave what I offer, don’t you? That burning desire to surrender, to

You say you’re successful. That you’ve built an empire, that people bow to you in meetings, that your name commands

You already know who the superior ones are. You feel it every time you crave me, every time you kneel in silence, waiting for my attention.