You Should See Me in a Crown

by Leah Johnson

“I am sick,” I answered, wiping at my eyes. I wasn’t crying yet, but the tears usually came right before the puke.

I never needed this race or a hashtag or the king to be a queen. I was born royalty. All I had to do was pick up my crown.

We’re clinging to each other like lifelines, because in so many ways, we are. And we always have been. We’re going to make mistakes. But we’re also going to find our way back to each other.

Someone once told me You spent your life running. Well, I wish you’d stand still, ’Cause in this light you’re stunning. It’s my life, my story, And I want to share it with you. It’s my life, my story, But part of it was always yours too.