Scroll VII: The Crown

She Rose, Not to Rule—but to Be Unshaken.

This is not the crown they tried to sell her.
Not gold.
Not hierarchy.
Not a reward for being “good.”

This crown was forged in fire.
In heartbreak she survived without closing.
In silence she held without hardening.
In truths she spoke without needing permission.

This is the scroll of rooted sovereignty.

Not power over.
Not power to please.
But the power to stand centered
when the world still wants her spinning.

She does not rise to be above.
She rises because she no longer fits beneath.

She no longer asks who will crown her.
She is the crown.

Because her spine became the throne.
Her flame became the law.
Her body—unapologetically holy.

She is not seeking approval.
She is witnessing the return
of the woman who never needed to be chosen—
because she already chose herself.