Beloved of the Mother
written by: Holly Michaels
The Nile curves along my thighs
flows North against your desert lies,
just by being,
in muddy waters men seek meaning
yet never reach the bottom
before shallow lungs expand
in final breaths.
Pyramids rise within my brow,
shrouds to lesser, weaker crowns,
my reign of glory.
I am Egypt’s legacy,
the inheritance alive in me,
from ancient Cairo
to New York City,
I am Nefertari.
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