The Queen & The Peasant

And now the guards come to you and say —

He wants access to the castle.
Access to your body.
Access to your resources.
Access to your throne.

Not because he honors it.
But because he wants to conquer what he did not build.

And you, The Queen, sit silently and ponder.

For a moment, you consider responding emotionally. You could insult him back. You could explain yourself. You could try to teach him why he isn't qualified.

Your first thought — Tell him his mama is a hoe. A cheap one. That let men run through her. So now she created you, with no wisdom, who shows up to take from women with nothing to offer. A product of a home and a mother he'd never seen be fully loved.

But Queens don't argue at the gate. They enforce standards.

And in this new position, you know people hate CLEAR TRUTHS. You gotta direct traffic, and tell people slow truths.

So you say —

Throw him in a cage in the center of the market. Where all the real men set up shop and get money.

Let him sit where real men build. Where the tailor has run his shop with excellence for 20 years. Where businessmen trade honorably. Where providers create wealth.

Let him observe what discipline looks like. What character looks like. What earned power looks like.

Place the dusty in a cage amongst real men.

That's what a Queen does.

She doesn't lower the drawbridge. She doesn't negotiate with chaos. She doesn't explain her worth to someone who arrived empty-handed.

That — or tell them to ignore the peasant altogether and swat him away like the fly he is.

But what do most women do instead?

Listen to the peasant. Lower the entry fee so that he can run rampant through the Kingdom and say he had you.

And once inside, he runs through the kingdom — bragging about access he didn't earn.

Destroying peace. Disrupting legacy. Sowing insecurity. Destroying generational wealth. To suit his ego.

And other women? You move too fast. You ignore the signs of bad character. You let a basic dude spend $500 on you and think he's spoiled you. You open your legs for the peasant. End up a single mother with baby daddy drama. Having to work twice as hard to survive. Cause he's also trying to tear you down every step of the way.

Because access without qualification breeds resentment.

He never wanted to build with you. He wanted to prove you weren't special. He wanted to drag the Queen into the dirt so he could feel tall.

WHY? Because you're the Queen who let him in. He wanted to show you how stupid you are. How easily defeated you are. How you're not that special after all.

But somehow you let him in cause you thought he could see that you were special.

No. He just wanted someone to play in the dirt with. He was never going to be anything. And that's what he said about YOU.

And when you let him in? You don't elevate him. He lowers the standard of the entire kingdom. Now you're rebuilding from damage that never needed to happen.

The devil in this world is often the men you let in. That's the truth.

Most men don't come to love you. They come to wreck you.

Get rid of this illusion that all men are great. That he just needs some help. That he just needs to be shown real love and devotion.

You can't mother a peasant into royalty. You can't love a man into discipline. You can't sleep with potential and wake up with a King.

Good men operate on a frequency. Nobody likes to say they are rare. They love to say that such a man is in abundance.

But he is not. Even the Bible tells us that in Revelation.

Which is why so many women end up sharing no good men. The devil gets let in by not knowing your worth.

Look at all the dusty dudes in your inbox screaming at you. Look at all the rich men making demands of you.

• How many demand access?
• How many criticize your standards?
• How many shout "you're too much"?

Now look at the number of men who show up with an offer. Ones who speak to you proper. Ones who can see you.

• How many show up prepared?
• How many speak with respect?
• How many bring something to build with?

I know it's not that many.

The ratio tells the truth.

This world is not what they told you it is. This world is created by your own thoughts of you, your choices, your decisions. Your boundaries. Your standards.

The men screaming at you to be FREE — the men who can't afford the cost to be the boss — OF COURSE they are not a King. Duh.

The men screaming for "freedom" are often asking for access without responsibility. The men who can't afford the cost of leadership resent women who require it. And women who lower standards to be chosen end up managing men they should have filtered out.

God bless all the women who tried to build a peasant into a King.

But understand this —

A King does not need construction. He needs recognition. And he rises to meet a Queen. He doesn't tear her down to feel tall.

The real King is already sitting on the throne.