Underestimate me not son of the soil,
For I am a king.
Yes,I am a queen.
Abdication is for the abated.
My colour does not define my capabilities.
Under a bushel I hide my light.
Hidden are the waterfalls of success under my black mask.
Flames of confidence blazing alight from my inner core.
From within, my heart aglows with warmth.
Behind my black mask lies a mysterious island.
Inspiration and passion are the trees growing within it.
Flowing by the trees is a river with flowers in it.
Flowers releasing a scent of love to the outcast.
Behind my black mask lies the real me.