When you pay homage to a Queen
You don’t honor Her figurine
Her long legs or thick thighs
Hair flowing and sensualized eye
As if that’s all She’s worth
When you pay homage to a Queen
You don’t treat Her like a screen
Objectify and sexualize
Her looks conceptualized
As if she’s not Mother Earth
To truly honor is to respect and protect
Listen to Her intellect
Her divine feminine energy radiates
As from triple darkness she creates
Taking immaterial and forming it into matter
Creating life from Allah’s batter
She is a manifestation of His power
She walks, head high, during the Hour
She stands tall, with Jesus by her side
She stays faithful, when he ‘dies’
When she loves her love becomes force and will
And with one look, the power to kill
Second Self, Mirror, the Reflection of Allah
And when she gazes, the honor of Farrakhan
When you pay homage to a Queen
It would not be in your favor to demean
To rape, pillage or plunder
She has the power of Allah’s thunder
Because She’s worth
