Call Me Queen

I hear people talking about pronouns
She he they them xie xem
And I'm like, OK, that's cool, I can dig this
I would love it if people would address me right too
So let’s get a few things clear
I am not your baby girl, sweetie, honey, bae, boo. No.
I like the sound of Your Majesty
Nothing less will do
So don't you call me ma'am
Like what, some ordinary mother?
Oh no, there is no other like me a single rare individual
Completely in touch with my divinity
Call me Queen Regina Your Royal Highness
The shit I have risen above overcome
Reached heights higher highest call me Goddess
I shine light through the darkness like Luna
My womb rides the moon
I identify with diviner seer mystic guru
So don't you come at me talking shit
Like chick cunt bitch
In fact, if you fuck with me, I will show you witch
Conjurer of poems that cast spells
Cauldrons of soup that heal wounds
Call me baby girl one more fucking time
I will stick you…with voodoo
So excuse you who thought you knew
How to do what? Talk? To who me? No.
Too out of the box for common labels
Madam Griot Mistress Wordsmith
I am not your little mama I don’t even sit bitch
So remember this, before you come talk to me
These two little things
My name is Lennee, but you can Call Me Queen tthings