To the woman that idolizes kings...

I see you sister.
How generations of dependence on a king has made you blind to your own power.

I see you sister.
I pray that your heart soon heals, so your eyes can tell when it is coward with a crown and not a king worth obeying.

I feel you sister.
Your instinct of devotion has become caught in the history-worn-out fishing nets of immature men.

I feel you sister.
May your devotion, so pure, so real, so natural find its most worthy mark.