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AshesToPhoenix


AshesToPhoenix 

                  (Rise of Divine Feminine)

 

From the heat and flames 

Something of beauty emerged 

A bird!

A bird?!?

Not just any ol bird 

NO

This one is quite unheard 

A mystical creature 

The one’s that are in folklore’s 

And praised around campfires 

One’s with mage features 

And or powers 

Heard of Maleficent?

 Yeah

Her kind 

In the sense of attributes

And nature 

Truly precious and gracious 

Merciful 

And full of benevolence…

       What one may deem heaven sent…

You can tell why majority hate her! 

Twisting her name, 

identity 

and overall essence 

with one’s manipulation into her being perceived as the one full of malevolence…

Let’s start from what one may deem the beginning 

“Adam and Eve…”

Eve being scapegoated and casted out…

Whilst falling in line of malignant entrapment 

Where “HISstory” was cultivated and deems to 

be repetitive 

In its teachings 

of Wombmen…

What seemed to have been the benevolent ending 

Of the Wombmen as a species 

Nothing but, 

Chaos

confusion

corruption 

Illusions 

Followed thereafter 

 

The beginning of a catastrophic identity crisis…

 

Deeming a Wombman the one casting huemanity into “sin” 

From the lens of whose perspective?!? 

 

“MEN” 

 

The Wombmen’s Rapture 

 

Burned at the stakes 

       Buried under deceit and lies…

From sheer ashes to phoenix 

Like the folklore’s tales

    She began to RISE

Clearing the muck, 

dirt and distortion

 from her immortal eyes

She begins to see 

through her distortion 

Of the broken lens 

What they deemed as “sin”

Her autonomy 

Sovereignty 

And independence 

 

Her right to CHOOSE!

Her right to SAY NO!

As a complete sentence!

Her right to preserve her essence!

Her right to write and cultivate her own literature!

 

All in all her right to TRUTH 

Her truth!

Her authenticity!

 

HERSTORY! 

 

NOT HIS!

 

 

From the endurance…

Of severance of one’s 

body

heart

mind

soul

And benevolent spirit 

From those ashes…

Heat and flames 

   She rose again and again

 

Until she was able to reclaim her essence, identity and name!

 

 

   The temple NOT temptation… 

 

      - PoeticFlavaaaa💋

 

  

 

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Po3ticFl8vaaa

A rhythmic poet, with an immense amount of depth from one’s shadows emerging to spread awareness and the purity of God’s love and wisdom! If you ever needed proof that God has a real existence, I am a living testament… Welcome to my realm of flavaaa and timeless poetry✍🏾🌬️

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