On her knees, she reflects on her days up to these moments of her life. Say what they may now – she has earned this. The slurs of her heritage were a weight heavily carried on her back. The vitriol flung her way because of the lower caste into which she was born, a constant susurrus in the back of her mind, no more. The drive to disprove the mocking stereotypes subjected to her kind a crown of thorns that gave cold comfort. Some let the burden of them wear them down. Today she would show a different way to wear those labels – with pride.
She bows her head one last time, as the mantle of the choices that brought her here become a different kind of weight. Lifting her head, she rises from her knees before the vicar with grace, as he proclaims her to all. She begins her life anew with the only appellation that mattered now, Queen.
To what you answer
Will always outweigh the things
To what you are called
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Queen, I love the ending !
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I did not expect the queen ending, but it seems to fit. I also liked the haiku where what you answer are more important that what you are called.
I absolutely love the ending 😀
Yes that haiku speaks the truth… let it be the answer not to what you’re called.
Such powerful truth in the haiku. Thank you for sharing.