The Platform (Part 3)

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The Platform (part 1)

The Platform (part 2)

What was the point of it all,

If following her dreams

Meant losing those she loved?

 

Her knight had made her choose,

An ultimatum fueled by insecurity;

Choosing between her music, and him,

It didn’t make any sense

… Didn’t he get it?

All this…

Everything she had worked for,

It wasn’t just for her,

It was for them.

 

Didn’t they all get it?

It was because of all their efforts

That she was here,

It was their support

That gave her the drive

Now that she had made it,

All of it was going away.

 

Did this mean

That all of them initially thought

She had no chance of getting this far?

All of a sudden, all she had were her fans

Showing her more attention

Than those she craved it from.

 

Was it her fault

That staying in peak form

Came at the cost

Of not talking to her loved ones

More often?

 

If all he saw through her success

Was their divide, then maybe…

Just maybe… she had to let him go,

If he knew her well

He wouldn’t have had to make her choose

Between being herself,

And being him.

 

– Original-Dante ©2016

 

Art by: tomatomatomato

 

Ascension.

*******A Poem For My Birthday*******

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A product of the 90s

Long before the two-thousannaires,

Black Star origins with an Alabama twist

Born and bred with one focus in mind,

Bringing change that starts with me

And seeps from my vessel touching passer-bys.

 

Gentle at heart

But aggressive towards injustice,

The light-bearer, no matter how dim,

The harsh truth giver,

The all-in lover,

The family oriented being

Who does not, and will not

At any point

Wait for another flawed human being

To tell him how special he is,

Societal expectations would dictate that I wait

… as if impaired by cognitive dissonance,

Or an otherwise malfunctioning mouthpiece.

 

Endorsement from a higher existence

Entails that this, is a phase

And through this phase of unpredictable change

I took the role of a champion,

Not chosen by the people

But one who has taken the mantle

Of being the missing puzzle piece

In the war against darkness;

Not for the non-existent benefits

But for the hardships therein.

 

In a world where those in power

Control through suppression and fear

I speak for those who are afraid,

I speak for those who have given up

This role I chose

Far transcends the confines

Of earthly doctrines and human condition,

With this role, I chose

To be an ambassador

For the heavens.

 

– Original-Dante ©2016

 

Profound