Intertwined with the movement,
Liken me to a lightning rod, stationed
On this side of the cosmos, receptive to divine energies,
Power that would, in a second, fry the light bulb
Filament; your idea, left in a crisp
Assuming you’ll ever be better than me.
And when they say we don’t belong here,
I couldn’t agree more, Backstory richer than Mansa Musa
Melanated Kings and Queens,
Rich in body and mind, were not made to dwell here,
One by one, Extracting them from this world,
For this prison, is not our home.
Your approval to me, as useful as a bonfire on the sun
Just a small dust cloud I vacuum, repackage
And send back to you;
I’m polite that way.
Multi-faceted champion, diamond,
Swerving an exodus through landmines
The floodlights don’t blind us,
Rays serve as a reminder of our many sides;
Sides you try to hide, from the brain-washed
But it’s only a matter of time…
Watch this space.
– O.D ©2017