Majesty

what do i feel
when i hear
my favorite song

i think of majesty
i think of triumph
i think of thrones

born poor,
don’t mention silver spoons
more like no spoons at all

no spoons, no pacifier
no bottle, no formula
only milk from a loving mother’s breast

fed me and made me strong

i think of majesty
i think of triumph
i think of thrones

we moved
to the tough neighborhoods
when i entered my teens

in the mornings
we ate grits
on weeknights we ate beans

it was then that
my mother was alone
just her and her six boys

I think of majesty
i think of triumph
i think of thrones

laughed at often for my high-water pants
ridiculed by many who learned
my younger brothers wore no shoes

told a many
times by many
i was destined for failure

told a many
times it was not
my right to rule

today those memories
of days of hardship
drive my goals

win or lose

i think of majesty
i think of triumph
I think of thrones