The Real

March 17, 2016

If you don't understand

You cant help

My mind is so abstract to the point where it's hard for certains to understand the art behind this madness

And my heart strings are pulling so tight

The Symphony is clotted ready to release a spellbound baroque piece till the strings of the harp break, insenseble musical bliss came from the cracks of negativity, eloping

Magnitudes of 9 to fall in between

Metropolis cinemagraphy

Maria warned me with the

Town of babel rhetoric through movement

Expressing that vulgar motion is never the notion with prophetic philosophies

My fatality in none to none,.I'm guarded with hazards of tremor already\

Have you really experienced the vibration of my ground you purposely planted your feet on

And deliberately decide to settle your seeds for me to breed like nativity

Epic dystopia I'm subconsciously in tuned to

So no capitalism is excepted as I fluently express my agony of this/

Devils advocate had to be uncle sam for a brief rendition of what it means to be hungry for what you've been missing and sacrificing saving face to save a race

Or sacrifice saving a chance for standing your ground

Eloquent emissions of sounds from the diaphragm, your soul is tired but it sings it's struggle for future generations with all it had left

But what is the reason behind this?

Tired, because my Patriotism on the land of kemets first child is rich with pride but is also Intergrate with a ransom to the stolen lands of secret in trade for bonds of affluence

Unlike Robin hood yall rob in hoods of merchandise

we birthed People of eminence and hidden artifacts we slowly discover

With saying all that, I know who I am, I know my blackness their for I know me

Ancestors blood is what birthed me

So it's my stance to realize that epiphany ©

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JesenniaMar 17, 2016

preach!

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