i am inert in the shrine of angelic articulation
bypassing my exhausted heart
going to the resolve of my psyche
i am no child left behind
in the montessori school of life
though illogically i am afraid of dying young
i am on the back of the whale rider
my wave iz ridden
while opportunists capitalize on my inability to ignore strays
i am strength
not becuz of my emotive innocence
but becuz of my vein reliance upon a mustard seed
i am hard luv
crying ears cognizant of evasive
insults slyly shared
i am controversial
cuz whomeva they are
try so hard to prove me wrong
i am black vernacular
link cards, informal economy, and corna talk
hip hop on friday, house music on saturday, and dusties on sunday
i am silly, sensitive, and a luver of words
but i’m not so savvy to remain evasive in big words of i am
humbly i flip it
~welcome to my sistagyrl lotus~
*Om iz the ancient and sacred symbol that represents the
infinite and all of creation
