She is not ruin,
she is resurrection;
they build palaces of her.

Coliseum Woman
I am not in the arena; I am the empire that built it.
I am the Coliseum. Born of fire and prophecy,
my spirit is sovereign. I do not enter the fight,
I summon the stage and call it destiny.

I am sanctuary; I carry luxury like lineage,
and I walk by faith, not applause.

I see; vision runs through me like royal blood.

I am architect; I do not prove my worth, I design.

I build kingdoms from silence, and I command
thrones from thought.

Let them fight for glory; I am the glory.

I am the house, the hush, the holy ground.

I am Coliseum Woman; I was made to reign.

Coliseum Woman:
Fire-born definitions, crowned in poetic decree
for the woman made to reign.

This is not a self-help book.
This is a coronation.

Read it as anthem, as armor, as altar, and remember:
you are the empire, not the spectacle.

This is sovereignty.

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