All hail the New World where Order is set by the same color of the earth you walk on so we must be grounded. From her we sprouted, bright as the Son with inevitable quickness and a sharp steeled tongue with political slickness, which pushes through doubt and stabs through fear. What say you, be we peasants or be we royalty? Rhetorical, your eyes should hurt at the brightness of your reflection. Who say I'm not as tall as a red wood, easy going like a stream and deep as an ocean? Who say I'm not fly enough to dance on Venus, use the stars as my necklace and swim through milky ways. Who say you not? Who say you not Queen like We or King like He. Your eyes should hurt from the brightness.
I claim this
That's why I
spit hot fire like a volcanic eruption
my truth so profound
it takes no assumptions
I am where the world is
my womb is what birth it
so that gives me
power to burn it
power to change it
rearrange status quo
put Caucasians in cages
revolution is mine
I put my name on that blacklist
I'll change the whole world
with a flick of my pen
and I dare 'em to stop it!
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