Madame Queen

Madame Queen

Meet Madame Queen,

Born overseas,

Brought straight to Harlem

From the West Indies.

The prodigal sister,

Godmother of grifters,

At only 17,

Courted by the mob.

She’d rather make it to the top

All on her own.

As you sow, so shall you reap;

May your deathbed be where you may sleep.

A beauty esteemed,

Not dismissed and demeaned.

Her business it gleaned

From the mobsters and thieves.

Betrayed by a mister,

No mafia princess,

When he wouldn’t leave,

Strangled by his hand.

She left him bloody as she rose

To claim the throne.

She had no other choice,

Gambled her coins,

Fought her way out.

Her treasures vast and wide—

A Harlem kingdom she presides.