You can’t move a heart like mine,
Your words only expose your weakness, not my design.
I let my actions speak , louder than your noise,
I walk it, I breathe it, I don’t move like the boys.

Don’t drag my name through the mud,
I’ll wade knee-deep, protecting mine with blood.
I’m a momma, lion-born, guarding my den,
Spin your lies elsewhere, I’ll never bend.

That pookie-pipe talk? Keep it in the gutter,
I’m the real Quinzel, voice sharp as a cutter.
Didn’t you know? Joker don’t play,
Even in solitude, real ones carve the way.

Behind bars, only truth survives the fight,
I’ve seen “real hitters” vanish out of sight.
So when you whisper, better check that tongue
I’m legacy, iron-made, too heavy to be swung.

I’m scars and survival stitched into my skin,
What you call the end is where I begin.
I don’t fear your shade, I don’t flinch at your hate,
I move with a purpose, I’m led by faith.

So write your stories, but remember this fact:
A queen with a backbone can’t ever be cracked.
You can fake your crown, but mine is divine
And you’ll never move a heart like mine.