Crowns

Little girl

Not only was your crown bought and paid for

But the stones that made it were from the African shore

The gold is running through your veins

The clay holder that molded the gold

That makes up your crown is of god

And you are that clay holder too

The holder, the gold crown, the jewel

You are of god

Little girl

Not only is your crown bought and paid for

It isn’t even a possession

That anybody else could ever hope to wear

Plot to steal

Or quantify

See your crown is all yours

Little girl

Your crown does not have to fit in with all the other crowns

Look like the one on the “princess” Barbie doll

Is never too small

Or too big

Not too wide or too tall

So when they call you a queen

Smile like you know, say thank you

And count it a blessing

But make sure even when no one says it

Even if no one sees it

You still know

that crown is

Still there

Little girl

Not only was your crown bought and paid for

But the stones that made it were from the African shore

The gold is running through your veins

(c) 2018 Kristin Richardson Jordan

“Our crown has already been bought and paid for. All we have to do is wear it”

– James Baldwin