Charged

Charged

 

I Pray today 

I am not tipped off my scales

Although against my soul

The gates of Hell will not prevail

There is a part of me

That should never be conjured up

For I am love in it's purest form

I am annoited and adorned

But beware of my thorns

A rose plucked

Will prick to remind you

I draw blood if intended to stunt my bloom

I spit venom

Like a viper

So tread lightly

I execute hits

Like a sniper

You won't be missed

Sentenced by God

So Ima lifer

I wont be getting out alive

There is not a adjective, verb or noun 

That can be found

Describing my majesty

I am the fruit seed

From the tree 

Created by the King of Everything

Queen destined to be

And so I am

Not bound by man's eye sight

My endsight plan

Gives me power to withstand

Shenanigans

Soul so powerful

Tsunami winds and water

Can not blow me down

I decipher North Star passages

Blindfolded 

I still would be able to navigate through the underground railroad

So bold

I turn mean mugs into sippy cups

Thirsty for just a taste of my spit

My reverb be ear licks

No hair on my head

I am nappy

Like afro dred and two strand twist

Blacker than the blackest Crayola crayon

I can be found 

Pulled up like Nat Turner's boot straps

Guided like Harriet Tubman's quilted maps

Spoiled rotten

Like Strange Fruit tree sap

I walk up Langston Hughes crystal stairs

With Maya Angelou Phenomenal Woman Aires

Ain't no Nikki Giovanni

But I still be Ego Tripping

Try if you may to find me slipping

Then watch

But trust I will not fall

If you aint one to help me rise

Then dont be surprised

If I cut you off like a hysterectomy

Too grown to breast feed grown babies

Liars and Pacifiers

Suck up too much energy with negativity

Believe me when I say

I pray today

I am not tipped off my scales

I live for my freedom

And I sure can't afford bail

My word is Bond