Contaminated Reflections
Anticipate reflection, for I know not what happens when memory explodes...
I know not what happens when fantasy meets reality and connective energy implodes beneath this store foretold.
Fashionable desire call out to the inner child in me, screams at the growing maturity I seem to vomit up profusely... Who am I?
This is the sound trickling through the sonic wall of my soul's personality.
The question.... What am I? Vibrates off the layers of strength which is stretched across my ambition to be loving, caring, charismatic and daring.
Frantic from perspiring creative thinking, exhausted from using words that describe feeling I have not yet felt... painting vivid photos of circumstances I have not yet experienced so my poems create themselves.
I am merely an infraction of what life hands to me, I am total satisfaction of what I want to be - minus a few insecurities. I am strong BLACK beauty, deranged from the triumphs of my challenged spirituality. I am ME who sorrows ans passion is mirrored by the person I used to be. No dealings with fear, for fear holds me and my individuality collectively.
I celebrate your moments of self-discovery, MarQuis. WHO you are is something spiritual and beautiful. I am honored to know you.
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