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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required #With_my_mother_in_mind My heart aches but some distance hunch, clears the odds, thus far I have traveled, the little spark in that very distant, blows soft breeze to my weakling faith, that; your body still shielding that breath, it's an envetable precision that your better days are pulling closer. Thinking of my mother, crying tears in me start to dry up, hold my head up, my heart warms up, I sense joy crouching, the steps fades, with their nearing approach. Hand me the spear, I wanna stand secured, to ebb life of every evil hand into my ancestors served jar. The eye of heaven looked for the worthy, and my ancestors availed me, taught me the tricks of life, as a package to pursue their calling. God and my ancestors agreement. Cut off my umblical cord, bare foot on the ground, for their floors are holly. With a lion leather my ancestors clothed me, as a crown for a king. Fear distanced with every encounter to my duties, a spiritual warrior belt on my upper left hand. Voices like unleashed bows to the back of my ears, penetrates; lead us, they say. Start running like a blind loose bullet, tearing every dungeon, piercing every beast of evil, as I pass. Assured by the price before my life; a better world, a better tomorrow. A whistle hanging on my neck, to call for backup when the going weighs on my tiny body. Gathering strength with every success of the challenges. My body structure says; you are a child but in me I constantly hear forefathers and foremothers speaking through my voice. It's the spirit that counts, you are a spiritual forefather. I could feel the leaning stick settling comfortably in my right hand palm, ngiyikhehla Feared death would leave my pursuits without guard and the voices returns; ancestors watch better their artefacts from above; you are secured, spiritual kingdomship, where we are and your throne remains vacant, until you ascend back to it. Drop on my one knee, bowing with glory, giving gratitude to them. Many will be called but only a few shall be chosen, I'm of the chosen tribe. Lions and wild cows articulates my name better #Poetic_Ink
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