Culmination of each written piece:
Unearthed by the intertwining of multiverse mediums
My “Post-poetry-discovery” personality is past relatable;
Constantly, I raise the peace sign
As a Self-defining Afrofuturist,
Otherworldly ink slinger;
One, if not all, take your pick.
Not entirely the point of focus
As the only thing that needs understanding
Is my position in the war between dark and light.
Before I forget, woe to those
That would dare interfere
With the formation of my inner thoughts;
Often caffeinated as the ballpoint rolls,
Often told its a bad habit – or so rumour has it –
But, if that is indeed the case,
You might as well say the same
Of the source; the art form.
I dance between the parallels of perception
What you think you see of me
May indeed be the remnant of my astral projection
As each verse does its best to compress
A different facet of my personality.
I am – to surrounding cliques
What Cinderella’s glass shoe is, to her sisters;
I don’t fit, even as they desperately
Try to wear me as their own.
See, when I say I’m transparent
Believe me, I don’t exaggerate
Like glass, you will see through me
But only get to see, what lies beyond me,
And not me.
– O.D. ©2018
Art by: Joshua Mays