Teen Talk

May/June 2009

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by Shavonne Davis

SPARKLING CROWN
OF ROYAL BEAUTY:
YOUR ATTEMPT AT HUMBLE SILENCE
IS BELLOWING IN CONTEMPT.
THE PEASANTS WEEP, THE PEASANTS WEEP
AND YOU LAY AND GLISTEN THE SUN.
YOU ARE THE QUEEN’S DEMON
FUELING VAIN SPIRIT INTO THE VOID SPACE BELOW YOU.
THE PEASANTS WEEP, THE PEASANTS WEEP
YOU CACKLE THE LOUDEST OF ALL
FEASTING ON A MEAL OF THE MIND BENEATH YOUR GOLD SURFACE.
THE PEASANTS ARE FADING.
AND NOW WHEN YOU ARE NEEDED YOU SAY NOTHING.
YOU SIT AS NOTHING MORE THAN A FRIVOLOUS ACCESSORY;
YOUR CHARM LOST IN THE WIND
SHE IS ON HER OWN NOW, AS IF SHE WAS NOT IN THE FIRST PLACE.
ONLY WHEN THE OLD TIMES RETURN WILL YOU OPEN YOUR VILE MOUTH.
LONG LIVE THE QUEEN.

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