some days, at the end of her day,
the Queen set down her scepter.
knelt down on her floor,
face down on her ground,
and bowed before the weight
of it all.
and let it crush her, crumpled,
tears pulled forth in steady streams–
that some have so very much
and some have nothing at all.
that more begets more
and less begets less.
that in this world Robin Hood
was only a childhood story.
that a Queen is all we’ve got,
and: what can i do
what can i do
what can i do
melissa suarez
melissa 