Rose In The Concrete
“May Your Forever Be The Audacity of A Flower Growing Through Concrete.” -Fenji Materechera
Captured but not bound
Escaped life in search of a better destiny
Progression into the Queen you believed
I would never be
Thinking back as a visionary
Bruised body
Bound mind
Raped voice
No reclusion
Space invasion
No recall
I AM NOWHERE.
I AM NO ONE.
My Afro-Cocoon has C-R-A-C-K-E-D.
I.A.M.
REBORN
REVIVED
REBIRTHED
Y.O.U.A.R.E.
Dehumanizing
DEMONIC
DEADLY
WE ARE NOT EQUALS
Love is not logic
Consumption is not satisfaction
Existing is not living
Death and life are intertwined
There is no threesome
Both exes cannot co-exist in the same realm
One is salt, one is water
One consumes me
One drinks my filth
One captured me
One destroyed the cage
One tried to kill me
One led me to freedom
My toxicity won’t resign
I try not to fade
This is a transition
I am NEW
I am REBORN
Finally, I reach the light
At the end of the tunnel
Hope it’s not too late...
“I AM FOUND”
“I AM LIFE”
Who I see is SHE.
SHE is ME.
“Queen, you were always royalty, Do you not see your crown?”
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