Ahm Your Medicine
Every day you awake you need to give thanks, I am the past
and the present; You are the potential.
I am the essential.
You are the future; I am the now!
I am the reality in that order - Means I am sequential.
If you can hear me, you need to give thanks, because
There's a reason for this.
Why is mama Oladeji always coming in with some messages,
piercing my skin; Getting under my skin,
Ahm taking you places you never been.
There's a reason for this, Ahm you medicine.
I wake you up;
By coming abrupt, always giving you what
you need to succeed.
I need you to succeed, but you first must concede.
And take this dose, of healing energy.
And if you don't like me
And find me hard to swallow.
There's a reason for this.
I am yo’ medicine...!
Nappers dozing on me,
get a “pick me up quick".
When I give them back their confidence?
Ah am raw with it,
I am not sugar coating.
I Ahm deflating the bloated.
I am inflating the flats, removing the fat, putting you on diets
Removing all that ****, replacing murky minds with new ambitions
Restoring cognition, giving you incite to the real conditions.
There's a reason for this.
So, if you say no, run into your rabbit hole;
You know what rabbits do in there.!.
If you want back the knowledge stolen
I got that mystery solved;
So, I must tell you, to use your
Uncommon senses, that which you were born with,
I’ve got the words to heal the nation,
This message is not for rabbits.
My people-- no scorn.
You've been forewarned
if you don't open,
I cannot force it down your throat
U need to:
Swallow me, like some make me smart tea
" like herbal juice, 'guzzle me "
Slurp me up, like Miso soup.
Drink me down like a blood purifier. *
There's a reason for this.
Every day that you wake up
You need to give thanks—
If you can hear me.
Open your intuition
And listen-- really slowly
I am your medicine.
I kill bacteria, offer new criteria
I stimulate the blood circulation,
I open third eyes, and pineal glands.
I activate prostrates—so you can stand up straight!
I give the injections to cure your infections.
There's a reason this.
Allow my words to heal, listen and be still.
A big dose of my skills everyday will, unclog your arteries,
So, open up and swallow me....
Ahm you medicine.!
You can love to hate me—
but you'll feel better if you take me*
There's a reason this... your fate will be changed.
To a conscious state.
You'll be restored;
I am your daily dose,
of pick me up, my words cure...
Serving it up, with music: Words of concern
From my spirited pen...I Am your medicine.
Open wide, take it in stride.
Be The whole sum, become wholesome --
Become one-- in tuned with the oneness vibration,
Ahm that elixir that, cures all ills. It aint in no pill.
It's by hearing the truth spoken, that you be cured.
I speak the truth, into good energy, good.!
Now open and become the whole sum if you would.
''I am your medicine''.!
Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2019
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