I’m WOKE, thus spoke Zarathustra
Not a man of lust or lack
But I combust when I bust a track
I ONLY entrust with facts
So though awakened
I’m still terribly ignored and forsaken
But not broken>because some are tracing
My steps like a template
I’m not one to contend with
Although I can be contentious
I’m not really content with
Having discontent wit
So I became a magnate
And create my own mandates
Keep my head up and stand straight
Now I can disband weight
I think I need a Band-Aid
Because I cant wait
Writing so much
My hand aches
The price of pride
Is a flat rate
It allows me
To exponentially expand traits
And become everything that some man hates
So let that marinate, because more is implied
And HIS lies supplied
Have implied
That this guy
Can NEVER touch this sky
So his sigh and his cry
Is deeply rooted in his pride
But then the best of ‘E’ replied
That we shall not allow an abysmal divide
Wisdom that which causes schisms
Is HIS bride
She’s my Bonnie and I’m her Clyde
That’s how I’ve sur/vived
So I sur/mise
To my own sur/prise
That although I’ve been marred & scarred
I CANT STOP, because I’ve come too far
And so I remain efficacious, quite graciously
Spewing a spewage of NON sewage tenaciously
Filling up minds that were once ‘completely filled’ spaciously
I break chains and erase the sedated courageously
Every time I write rhymes and recite
That’s where my greatest vacation, be
Although a designer, writing is where my vocation be
A true poet is what this ancient patron be
Fluent in rhythmic phonetics, hurting vermin fatally
My consistently constant conversation be
That Zarathustra spake brazenly, to awaken thee
And amazingly my lyrical masonry
Awakens sedated souls out of their complacency
But I’m growing impatient, see
Seeing too many bereft souls and their spiritual vacancy
I witness too many vagrants speaking flagrantly
Occasionally bringing light to those that walk aimlessly
In the darkness, I spark this to make some harken racially
And now I stand above many out of grace
Its ONLY because GOD had been chasing me to chasten me
And though punished several times mistakenly
I correct my flaws daily..but do so playfully
I’m becoming impaired in this lair
But will die a Awakened Maven, that forever speaks brazenly
Lets start our own Cult of Personality
And let LOVE be the “Initiation Fee”