I Am an Enigma
I am an enigma.
A cluster of hotness —
a beautiful dosage of mindfulness.
A sexy mess
that only an emperor could handle.
But until then,
I will be my own empress.
I have learned, faithfully,
how to love myself unconditionally.
The day I found my inner stillness,
suns meditated so I wouldn’t waste my energy.
The universe was created
in the abundance of my reflection —
channeled by the light of my circling flame,
a volatile creature that pervades all oceans.
Show me the illusions and predictions of essence.
It is no secret that when I give my attention,
I cannot have mercy.
The eyes that see me can only be precious.
"Little child, no gem is created without temper.
Each molecule should blush when you speak.
Insects should arrange themselves like a theatre —
demanding to be worthy of what God thinks."
A forever-ending journey can only be interpreted with meaning,
for the proteins of the soul
are found in cosmic pendulums —
a predictable chaos
that falls in love with every pure thing.
Bernice Zoleka Mannie
@LYAIOZ MANNIE
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