I think he hates me, when I love him more than words can describe.
A Prince, born from a Queen; head of the tribe.
And I did nothing to deserve this, but someone thought otherwise
Used to be a King, but was wearing a disguise.
Taught the Prince to be an enemy of the state
Filled his mind with lies, turned him into an apostate.
And he used to love me back, filled my cheek with kisses
But now all I have are memories, sweet and reminiscence
And our days were short, I should have cherished them more
Should’ve slaughtered the King, But the King he adored
His father, and no one could break the bond
Turned him away from faces that used to be fond.
I miss him, but he can’t stand the sound of voice
The King took him away, and I had no choice,
I tried everything, but the King was bitter inside
Didn’t like being dethroned, and had too much pride
So he vowed, he would do everything to hurt me
When I gave him the throne and he proved to be unworthy
Took my Prince, and it’s been 1 year to the day
I see his face in my dreams where I wish I could stay.
And I pray to God, the Force of the Universe
That he hears my cries and listens to the verse
It’s a curse I swear, from the King to the Queen
Was in love with what I saw, but never prepared for the unseen.
Never dreamed he would take a life bore from my womb
And turn him against me, might as well lay me in the tomb
My first son, Yes, he was heir to the throne
But the King turned him against me, his Queen, his home.
And all I can do is wait, till the day his intellect grows
Till he realizes the difference between family, friends, and foes.
And that will be the day he remembers my arms and how they held him
How I built a fort, and everyday how it shelled him,
How I would have died to keep him safe and still will
But this was part of a plan unknown; God’s Will
How I attempted to save him until life was taken out of me
How I ran, kicked, and bit until breathe was taken out of me
How I love my son, cried when I bore him
Been a year since I saw your face, and I still adore him
Always will, he’s life from my life
Blood from my blood, success from my strife.
So I wait for the date, when the King will learn
I wait for the date of the Prince’s return
Nevermind the King’s intentions or his emotions
Nevermind his anger or his thoughtless notions
I believe in something greater
The truth is coming later
Will no longer compromise myself
Cause the truth is gonna snap closed tight like a gater.
And if you’re old enough to read this I mean no harm to your father,
But if it wasn’t for your life I wish I would have never bothered,
to stop that day, on Broad st. while I was walking
but I thank god for that day cuz on that day He was talking
to me
you see? You’re here for a reason
and I wish I could take back the attacks and the treason.
But God has a plan and it’s gonna make you stronger
And I apologize for the drama, and if he’s wrong then Im wronger
Or more wrong,
But I cant say that I was more right
I feel like I should’ve bombed the courtroom and took you on a flight
But although he was dethroned, he still was your father
Could’ve let you see me or you sibling but he didn’t bother
And there’s nothing I can do
Nothing you could do either
We just wait for the day the devil pulls back the fever
Wait for the day, he gets over his feeling
Recognize grown up dealings stop the patterns, avoid healings.
Cuz I remember that day, been missing you ever since
And this is my story, from a Queen who lost her Prince.
Hatshepsut Amun Re
