“The First Lady”

Heavy is the head that wears the crown 
An eastern princess, divinely royal 

Walking towards destiny in grace
Blood line to be traced 
That energy running through the veins 

Your First Lady 
The third maybe

Declared loyalty
A nonentity

Only a matter of time
Before the true test will chime

If shown
Then it will be known 

The lady unruly
Your first truly