Queen Supreme

I am female.

Made from man’s rib, so says the tale.

I am to cater to his every desire,

Oh! But let me preach to the choir.

From his very own chest,

I took all he considered best.

I took his sagacity,

and hold torment of chastity.

I am wo-man.

Woe is man.

The rise of female quests,

We suit up and wear his vest.

We execute with proficiency,

Because the future we can foresee.

Behind every accomplished male,

Is a female who put forth the bail.

No man can hold power over her

For fear the fire she will incur.