Ganja Queen

In a moment of her silence.
Silence of solitude.
Meditation of her day.
Taken back by her memories.
Ones of heartbreak and heartache.
She reflects on the choices she has made.
Slowly letting go of her stress.
She puff, puffs away.
Like a magic dragon.
Burning all of her greens.
For she is the ganja queen.
And she shall never be lead astray.

by Santiago Lopez

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