Warrior Poets

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

the time I have spent in pursuit of greater Joys have left me with a profound sense of Fulfilment and Memories worthy of the gift of life given to me, that being said we all still have our trials and I'm far from perfect so the lessons never stop as this life continues to Amaze, Astound and Confuse

Warrior

Poets

 In my veins flows the blood of kings, traitors, warriors, and scholars whose deeds were never told to us but found by us as treasures buried beneath the sands of time, those who fell and were left behind those whose voices cry out to be heard.

That I could see the cradle from which my proud and might people came, who were sold and stolen again and again. Lies that spew from our own tongues hold us in contempt of ourselves, forgetting how to forgive ourselves or perhaps we cannot as we struggle to find our way, as even my own words hold me in low regard as I lend myself to obscurity unsure of my place in this world's evolution just waiting for a revolution. 

Still, the cradle cries out to me, for the soil of Africa flows through my veins though diluted and polluted, the ancestors keep me  calling out to me 


Submitted: July 01, 2021

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