Action
Seeing, knowing, believing, reaching
hoping, loving, being
Being
This ing
that forces movement
That suggest you do instead of theorize
This 'ing' that creates me
Coruscant
I glow so bright
I think the Son is my father
Perhaps I'm gasconading
But only because
I wrote poems in the trails of my mothers amniotic fluid
to be birthed through the gene-ous of those words
That formed me
Stretched my legs and let out a cry
That broke into a million pieces
which pushed through the universe
sprouting worlds of consciousness and truth
But truthfully, I lye on the daily
straightening twisted mentalities that rock
A.Davis hair and reality show brain
Where naturals seek the callipygian ideal
And I keep wondering where all the Queens went
ladies being first and all...
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