POEM

I am intelligent and unique,

Mysterious than anyone would think.

A phenomenal woman whom – if looks could kill – would do it while wearing pink.

Divinely designed and curated,

by the hands of the grand omnipotent spirit,

Once a babe born of a woman, in water,

and bathed in the holy of holiest, in HIM, for nine months,

but it seemed as if it were only for just one minute.

Licitly here for a purpose, plan and reason,

For how long?

I don’t know, at least for a season.

No matter how short or how long my hour will be,

I will surely complete the good work, HE predestined in me.

Flawless in HIS sight, the requisite is clear

Not a spot nor wrinkle, I have left them nothing to smear.

A lifestyle, I created idyllic to me.

The Earth is my home and this is my life, just ask any honey bee.

The Sun, the Moon, and the Stars shine down liken that to a tree

As if they remember who I was, when I was amongst them

In that black abyss of a sea.

But now I am here, anchored by a killick, one I cannot see.

I know it’s there, because rockets and spaceships are the only vehicles that can move through this medium,

but what kind of life would that be?

If confined to a room meant to keep me safe is all that is arranged to a “t”.

No real oxygen to breathe and no safe soil to touch,

everything is flammable, and life up there, while in flesh,

just doesn’t seem like much.

I’d rather set my eyes on what I view as a higher cause.

To help humanity grow,

discover a mind of nobility and tranquility

A civilization, with little to no flaws.

Evolving is the game.

Without a higher mind, we’ll end up back at square one.

With nothing much

but the same,

But another dream put on pause.

With primitive thoughts,

The earth will be destroyed.

Not by a dislodged rock nor by an asteroid.

And, using it up there- in the sky, that abyss I spoke of before-

would shatter galaxies in such a way

that would take us back to prehistoric times,

much less of galore.

When technology was scarce and the quality of life albeit simple,

But not wise,

Harsh and unfair, life can be

Agitating like a pimple.

If we separate, like church and state,

the mind and all of its components,

Forsaking the conscience,

and giving room to ideologies

that says it’s okay to murder living breathing innocent people,

Is it just because you see them as your opponents

and not as your steeple?

Knees on necks for an alleged fake $20.

Car scents, mental health issues, the door was left open,

We all heard them holler.

He was only holding a cell phone,

Not a Glock nor a Smith & Wesson.

Hold on my people, we gots to keep on pressin’.

I am only a woman but I have seen

that there are so many problems

that only the mind and heart of God can clean.

King Solomon was close,

One would suppose.

Having wisdom much more superior than all of his bros;

But his spiritual devotions and lifestyle

contradicted his religious spheres.

Creating division and separating him from all of his peers.

I let my nay be nay, and my yay be yay.

And if I don’t know, I say it,

and let the pieces fall

where they may.

Character is everything,

Defamation, her arch nemesis.

Like Prometheus and Zeus,

We must use our own Pegasus.

Fly higher and higher,

like the Phoenix, abounding,

The enemy can’t hang,

the altitude is dumb-founding.

I am only a woman,

but I can see,

dream and create,

I am like God,

the power is in me.

Seeking only what is mine to master.

I work hard and persevere.

I liken to that of plaster

Only much more severe.

In my right hand is my scepter

And in my left, the globe.

I am a high priestess,

With the heart of Job.

I will bless God and live

till HE calls me back to HIS stead.

I will leave no stone unturned,

Until no tear is shed.

I am only a woman,

Yes, that is true.

I came here for a purpose,

A rhyme or a reason,

a plan, uniquely designed for me,

What about YOU?

No man is an island.

I cannot do this alone.

There are billions of stones undiscovered

So many to be atoned.

While diseases spread and mutate

And wars, and the rumors wars propagate

We have to do our part

To keep the peace.

To alleviate, as well as mitigate.

Our circle of influence

Is all that we have.

Our families and our friends,

Of whom are our beloved teachers

And whose presences, mends.

When searching for your purpose,

Look within.

Re-discover the little boy or girl whose

Light was never dim.

It’s just a fog,

A distraction

Like a clog in a sink.

In your memory

A reaction

A trauma that was never healed

An injury so distinct.

But now revealed.

Is your awakening

To your destiny,

Predesigned and pre-ordained,

Uniquely, just for you.

Hold on to a better day

And an even brighter tomorrow,

And keep those thoughts pure and untainted

Sticking to you like glue.

I am only a woman.

I am now your friend-

Your teacher,

Your homegirl,

Your mentor,

Your trend.

I am only a woman; this I know for sure.

There is no time to waist -

not even a second-

there are so many things to account for.

So, Adieu, my friends.

Adieu mon ami.

Let’s get to work

For only the eye can see.