04/28/2026
Life unfolds like a chessboard spread
Where quiet moves are softly read
I observe the king, his stance grand
Many guess he’s the strongest hand
Yet there she stands in commanding grace
The freest soul upon the space
She crosses the board in every way
A tender force both night & day
She moves through ranks far & wide
With steady will & fearless stride
No force can rise to confine
Her path vast, her reach divine
I wish I knew in younger years
Before any doubts & many tears
The crowned piece upon the board
Was never meant to sheath her sword
I speak to those whose hope has swayed
When weary days have dimmed your gaze
You are the queen upon the square
With sovereign light beyond compare
Rise as the piece that claims the game
Do not forget your rightful name
The horizon is wide, the path ahead green
Remember always… you are queen
An original poem I wrote earlier this year titled: The Strongest Piece ♟️ paired with unforgettable moments bursting with color on film from across Indonesia 🎞️ photos of me by xx