I Found Him

Like the ancients of old I dare to be bold Pyramid developer I was Ramesses  in the third trimester A king forthcoming Deuturonomy destined Babe placed in basket Growing up in a world where white was in gave my heritage suicidal ideations Luckily I found me a king waiting  in the reeds Blackness stealthy as a panther waiting to pounce and confiscate the ignorance drapped over me Finally situated in my own skin when I look in the mirror I can't believe I'm him. A prince, riding chariots in the wind, daring to be like the ancients of old. Questioning every lie I was ever told. Getting back to bold. I am Him. Divinity evolving