My Inner Sanctum

You ventured inside my inner sanctuary unto the rise of the Sun
Where blind passion, whispered to your cognitive thinking, is now undone  
To deny the falsehood of my lineage and the truth of my need  
I am the prophetess of past, present when hearts, minds, written in fables embedded on sacred scrolls when whips made skin bleed  
  
What good is knowledge in the temple of honesty when the division of tongues cuts its roots  
Branches have ancient narratives twined in its beautiful mysteries, the history of its truth  
Erect in the soil just as tall and proud, yet to have upheld its fallen strange fruit  
Saga’s are meant to be explored by the decipher of time  
Not castrated in its merit where ignorance omits its genocide  
   
I am worthy to endorse the regality of my wonderous skin tone  
For eyes to see and ears to hear the injustice where forgotten lullabies become the universal songs  
Bowing to you with the gifts from Air, Water, Fire, and Earth  
Lies replaced with scarred riddles have been the myths of generation struggles since the beginning of the Constitution’s birth  
   
No man on the Creator’s time can ever denounce, covet, of disregard the throne of anyone’s mind  
My sovereign is divinely structured by the blood of my ancestry that has exalted from each generation, time after time  
To grace and always cast pearls before swine  
   
My intellect is unlocked  
The benediction of my oral dialect is unchained, unblocked  
I come in peace for the minds I try at best to teach  
The words I will always humbly preach  
Lost paths as we journey together for many have yet to reach  
   
It is a blessing of my French, Haitian, Creole, heritage to have arrived upon consecrated shores  
To taste in the quest of its freedom from the land of milk and honey    
Is it less of me to allow integrity to pour  
Give the rites of passage when voices unite to speak  
In this realm we call earth, allow us all to always search for the lost relics of our past when we seek  
   
The seeds that have been sown from man’s loins  
It makes Kings, Queen, Princes, and Princesses, to continue their blood line    
What is devoid upon its righteousness spools, is not to be forsaken, but to be discussed to find ways to spiritual atone  
   
Selah