In dedication to all the African American Queens who walk this earth alone
without the comfort or security of our mates--The African American King-
May Allah resurrect us into the nation we were and should always be!
The sting of our lonely hearts
Is like the sting of a bee
As it begins to irritate the skin
The burn is sudden before it is perceived
The sting of our lonely hearts
Comes and goes as the breeze of the wind
When we feel the need to love
We do so with an occasional male friend
The sting of our lonely hearts
Should not exist for we are queens
We should have kings of great magnitude beside us
We should not have to suffer such or feign
The sting of our lonely hearts
Brings forth resentment for the men of our kind
For this sting is felt by millions of our women
As many of our mates are useless and walking blind
The sting of our lonely hearts
Has our days unfulfilled and bored
Tribulations we carry as one are depressing
Where are our mates to make our passions soar
The sting of our lonely hearts
Bears the apathy and frowns on our faces
As the times continue to worsen with haste
We fight alone to secure our rightful advances
The sting of our lonely hearts
Has our women in a state of turmoil and disgrace
As the curse of Willie Lynch continues to destroy us
May the Almighty intervene with all power and grace!