Unappreciated Queens by Georgiou Music
There is a kind of strength that doesn’t look heroic from the outside.
It doesn’t come with praise or applause or anyone saying, “I see how hard this is for you.”
It is quiet. It is constant. And most of the time, it is completely unseen.
This song found me in a season where I was exhausted in ways rest couldn’t fix.
Not just tired, but worn down from carrying everything while being told I wasn’t doing enough, wasn’t grateful enough, wasn’t strong enough, wasn’t quiet enough, wasn’t compliant enough.
A season where survival was mistaken for weakness because it didn’t look pretty.
I think of everything I’ve held together while breaking inside.
Being the steady one when things were falling apart.
Protecting my child while navigating systems that felt cold, dismissive, and painfully slow.
Starting over with almost nothing and still finding a way to show up, to create, to keep going even when the weight felt unbearable.
There were moments I questioned myself constantly.
Moments where I wondered if maybe I really was the problem.
When being gaslit, minimized, or ignored made me shrink into self-doubt instead of standing tall in my truth.
Moments where my pain didn’t fit neatly into anyone else’s expectations, so it was easier for the world to pretend it wasn’t real.
This song feels like someone finally naming that experience.
Not romanticizing it.
Not sugarcoating it.
Just acknowledging the reality of being an unappreciated queen.
Because queens aren’t always sitting on thrones.
Sometimes they’re in survival mode.
Sometimes they’re filling out paperwork at midnight, calming anxious children, rebuilding a life piece by piece, or creating beauty as a way to stay sane.
Sometimes they are choosing themselves for the first time after years of being told their needs came last.
What this song reminds me is this:
Even when no one acknowledged my sacrifices, they still mattered.
Even when I wasn’t celebrated, I was still worthy.
Even when I felt invisible, I was becoming stronger in ways I couldn’t yet see.
I didn’t survive because it was easy.
I survived because I had to.
Because someone depended on me.
Because somewhere deep inside, there was a voice that refused to let me disappear.
This chapter of my life hasn’t been about being polished or perfect.
It’s been about resilience.
About learning that appreciation doesn’t always come from the outside, and sometimes the most important recognition is the one we give ourselves.
This song is for the women who were overlooked while holding everything together.
For the ones who kept showing up without validation.
For the queens who were never crowned, but rose anyway.
I see you.
And for the first time in a long time, I’m learning to see myself too.
