Fix Your Crown Queen Quotes

WILL NEVER BE AN OPTION Why do you think I should be an option Or the side piece for any man? My deepest sympathy For your illusions. Assumptions are worse than demons; Bombs and bullets get more respect Than your disrespect. You are used to women Who have no problem Being an option or fighting with the Next woman for your attention. Reality check: I am not the one. I will create my kingdom Until the right man comes along. I will never be an option Or make him one. Hate me, slander me... Have your whole army of community Rise up against me... Grounded, I stand. I fear no man. I PROMISE YOU I will never share a man Or entertain a woman’s man. A woman who tears another woman down Needs to go within and heal her demons. I walk with queens Who fix another woman’s crown. Ironically, my self-respect started a war To tear me down on the internet. Your tongue became so poisonous, It reeks of death. For the attack I received, My Healing Journal ~ From Once Broken to I AM No remorse has come from you yet. I do not expect it. You will never acknowledge your wrongs. If you confront me, Expect the silence of resilience. My confidence is not cocky, Nor is it a red flag. I do not share. Never will. Never had.

She walked back into the closet, and I followed without hesitation. I stepped behind her and kissed the curve of her neck, feeling the way she shivered by my touch. “I’m sorry, my love… I never meant to hurt you. You know that right?” She remained quiet, but she didn’t pull away from me like she had before. I turned her gently, backing her up until her spine met the mirror. Her reflection stared back at me. She was tired, but still beautiful. Still my Anjo. My dick was already hard while admiring her. Her lips were fuller because of pregnancy, and her hair was brushed back, stopping under her ears. She looked soft and strong at the same time, and it hurt. Her breath was caught in her chest, as she felt me press against her. “Quasim…” “I’m sorry for making you feel like you had to fight for us. For acting ashamed when you’ve always been my crown, Anjo.” My lips brushed against her ear. “You’re my queen. The fact that I made you feel like anything less is on me. That’s a reflection of me failing as your husband. And I swear to God, I’m gonna fix that.” I expected her to cry, crumble in my arms, and she didn’t. She stared up into my eyes. “I need to grab my suitcase,” she said quietly, gently pushing past me. I allowed her because she heard plenty of words before. Now, it was time to remind her of who I really was with action. “Let me carry that out for you, Anjo.” “Thanks.