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
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