They say
She's a cold queen
who's murdered bold kings and said cold things
Freezes hearts
to death then goes and counts her gold rings
In her castle filled with ice,
strife, and spotlights that doesn't melt a drop on hot nights
It can't be cracked, broken, chopped or sliced
And that she cracks grins as she clutches her wand tight
to cast spells upon herself
that turns her heart into solid rock ice

On a college campus eeking out enough space
for her to fall into three social categories:
Prude, slut, or bitch
She doesn't comply with this, so they call her a cold queen

'Cos she does her own thing, doesn't treat sex like a weekend routine
And has the confidence and common sense to not put up with being treated like an object by the male populus
With a beauty as obvious as her mouth is honest to tell you you're on an ego-trip and you need to get the hell off it- Good Goddess
She stands out like the oddest with strength of the strongest
Gets more pissed than my mom gets, refuses to be modest for the sake'a bein' real...
And she's all up in my system like a bong hit.

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Actually, that's complete bullshit.
I've never smoke anything in my life,
but after I met her and told all of my friends how cool she was-
and how someday I was gonna write a really really really great slam poem about her...
They coulda swore I was high.
My eyes soaked with courage pouring from her presence
saturated 'til this day, which is why I still address this message
In honor of such a bold woman who can even defy the sun when it gets jealous
And tries to call upon a tempest in efforts to wash away her bright, captivating, cloudless complexion
But it can't happen- she gots the muscle of Mount Everest

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So she walks away unscathed
Throwin' on her black leather jacket over her broad shoulders that extend out like two cliffs
holdin' up her hair from swingin' like her two fists
whenever guys start grabbin' her and makin' sexual comments

And they still call'er a cold queen
And I know I can't relate
but I'm tryin' real hard to understand

If I ever hear anybody- ever call you a cold queen again
I'm gonna have to protest it,
Sayin' "Watch your mouth little boy,
she's a bold queen well respected like a street empress-
so you should show some respect, 'cos even the street lights on University Avenue are bowin' at her entrance"

If ya don't like her, it's because you don't know who you are
And she stands out because she knows who she is
And if ya don't like her, it's because you don't know who you are
And she stands out because she knows who she is


Proving true when it was said
Woman is the name of God
on all lips.