Crown Jewels

We are the nexus to profound intellectual brilliance once we have mastered understanding.

Fire, batons, and bullets to the head have become my everyday reality. The toxicity is so contagious that fumes disguise the luscious landscapes, and the intoxicating chemical that poisoned my dreams disguised the greenery.

I am stressed out with all the shit occurring outside my window. Fictitious prescriptions drowned me in my misery; the taboo is walking in front of you. I took a trip to the cemetery yesterday. With all of these coffins lined up horizontally and vertically, I am refreshing my memory of what my tombstone will say. The obituary reads, engraved in the deep hollow hole, wishing there was fresh water to quench my thirst.

A dream deferred was uttered by Langston Hughes, and a dream deferred with a shattered heart entrenched with polluted, diluted, frivolous conceptions. We are told to get dressed in our Sunday best and orchestrate a ballad before the pallbearers leave the funeral room.
Hollering and crying at the coffin that sits perfectly in front of us
for a well-mannered presentation. The music echoes the room with a
vibration that melts your heart. This ceremony has so much soul. This
love pulls me closer to the coffin. No first-class ticket or
penthouse availability can bring history to its knees.

This beauty might melt, but you can’t have this glory nor the sensation that is being felt in your groin. You may have an orgasm for pleasure, but this lovemaking will be the only intimate, engaging, passionate, and instrumental jazz you will experience in your lifetime.

So,before you walk off to your next destination, contemplate what type of
legacy you will leave. My history is filled with respect, devotion, sacrifice, and an indisputable legacy. I am beautiful, articulate, engaging, and profound.
The last time I looked in the mirror, I am beautiful. I am intelligent. I am brilliant. I am power. I am a soul rooted in the earth in which you walk on the soul of the ground. I am history. History started here.

Unfortunately, I am not society’s pigeonholed lamented conception of a person that doesn’t have any guidance, presence, or royalty. I wear my crown well, and I don’t have any room for anyone to take my crown. It is sewn on my head. I stand tall with all the audacity that gets aroused by the simple idea of the impulse that stimulates your inquisitiveness.

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