Oh, what would it be if not high?
Unlike any other do you slay,
You are my comfort.
Bigger and bigger, you will never be high enough!
Yet, you satisfy me
And with every stare and every dirty look
You stand tall
Standing against the wind, the rain
and of course the endless judgements
Oh, what a boring world it would be if I saw you atop every crown
What a luxury it is to have you
ALL TO MYSELF
You are my strength, my power, my secrets
You are my fragility, my sexuality, my confidence
You are my wonderful, luxurious beehive
And may you never flatten.