Freedom by Shannon
I hope everyone can be free someday.
A Tribute to Hatshepsut by Casey Jane
There once was a girl named Hatshepsut.
Some say she was born before catsup.
In the time of B.C,
Before you, before me,
Such a wonderful king was Hatshepsut.
The prince’s mother and advisor,
But in her heart she wanted to fly higher.
A feminist and ambitious!
But then she became vicious
She longed to be king, that Hatshepsut.
One day, she decided
A wrong must be righted.
So then she said. “I was the wife of the good king Thutmoises,
“ You deny me the throne? An error most gross, this.”
This statement struck awe in the heart of the street.
A female king in the pharaoh’s seat?
But the current one was just a boy,
So Hatshepsut became king, much to her joy.
A crafty young girl was Hatshepsut.
But one sad, sad, sad day, our “king” wasn’t
The royal priests said she went into thin air.
She was assumed dead,
Maybe hit on the head,
Or maybe she still wanders Egypt.