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"What do you want to be in the future?"
Do I have to be something that suits you?
Tell me, Mama
Why can’t I be everything?
You gave me all this intelligence,
Your glorious gifts
Now you want me to be one?
I am one in many:
I'm a poet
I'm an artist
I'm a dreamer
I’m a future leader
I’m a truth speaker
I can’t be high, Mama
Because you didn’t tell me I was medium
Cursed and blessed with seven gates that never close
Through which the Spirit once phased, yelling in my temple
Hoping I would listen.
I’m a dream walker
Through the nights, treading the astral plane
Floating... Watching over others
I'm this blank canvas with shades of black tainted
A masterpiece never fully painted
I'm a technician
I'm a hound hugger
I'm a hopeless lover
I wear my heart on my sleeve
Then tie it neat, like a basket well woven
I'm a beautiful liar
I'm a tree under the cover of human skin
I am the Sun,
The cursed reflection of the faceless Moon
That lifted my heels and threw me into a vacuum
The lifeless, empty void of psychic limbo
Where our thoughts crossed
In night terrors and empathic agony.
In every sense, Mama
Sensual to spiritual
A consuming heart, acidic to the valueless
I swallow every soul
And spit it out cleansed
I live at the mercy of Him
Who saved my soul from this consuming power
With a punch of humility
I'm the face that the Crow kissed and said:
"How easily you came and left
Did you not enjoy the forbidden Truth, my love?
I knew you were coming to see me
It was your destiny
Now take your return ticket and this paintbrush
You will be renewed in the morning
I never want to see you here again
This is your final warning."
I'm a student above all
I'm the face that turns heads in a room
I'm different... yet
Mama, I'm still the same
I'm a Truth seeker
I'm twisted by grace
I've seen tears on every face
I'm the voice speaking for the mute
The Pearl beats drums in my roots
Still I count these rosaries
To obscure shamanistic tendencies
I'm one with my shadow
Never a victim, always a victor
I'm a writer
I'm a fighter
I'm a friend for hire
Love is my purpose
Listening, my essence
I walk lightly on the heavenly wire
Tested by fire
I'm an entrepreneur
A natural born meme connoisseur
I escaped from the circus
To avoid dealing with clowns
Who dared touch my crown with venomous lip service.
I'm the Chef you raised
The immaculate, humbled man Baba raised
From the midst of mindless sheep
And corrupt whisperers
To the pedestal of an imperfect Bull
Carrying all it's failures like trophies
I'm an open book
With never ending pages
Coded with no codex in sight
Written in an ancient language none but You can read
Can't you see it, Mama?
Can't you tell?