Queen For A Day

Queen For A Day

I hear you call me baby,
but I don't feel you're mine.
The feeling doesn't fit.
It somehow doesn't align.

It sounds like you're just saying it.
In a way, trying to pacify me.
We never talk in depth,
and when we do, you seem to flee.

We're both so dominant,
and you want a lady.
I can give you that appearance,
but my colors are shady.

There is no black and white.
I fall in between.
Not quite a lady,
but still a Queen.

I've been bad and I've been good.
I've practiced realms of neglect.
I've been loved and hated,
and still depend on experience to reflect.

My feelings are wide open,
but I think you might interrupt
these feelings I have
and make them corrupt.

We reap in this life,
things we've sowed.
We give sometimes,
but are due whats owed.

Maybe it's my turn
to suffer a bit.
Wondering if this is real,
or if it's just time to quit.

ReBecca Sanchez
12/2/08