Piercing Words Poet Narrative

Growning Up

Let’s boogie! 
My music in tuning with earths vibrations, 
Hymns: sound booming; to the core, 
Bass drum to brass chains-
Matching with my skin tone, 
The great song of my life. 

So I design myself... 
A blue print: I’m laying down bricks;
The cornerstone of the foundation-
To constructing the pyramid;
Of my psyche... A young pharaoh: Tutankhamen
Raised by the sun, my father Amen Ra! 
Now I'm a man and "more"... 
An illuminated being, crowned:
A "pharaoh"... As I follow these lines, 
Right angles pointing east, 
"Why-is" it so difficult being right?

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