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Grand Rising Everyone
Absence within of its generational seeds
Unto the world, healing the body with the gentlest of ease
My heart, my mind, the window of my soul
Trinity adopted through the passage of the womb
Given life in the cradle only to return to a six feet underground tomb
Earthly survival to the fittest
Walking with hands out, the world gives charitable oath to affluence, once money is committed
Poor mouths still go hungry, feet still shoeless, life continues on
Framed snapshots of lives, bygone, from the grave I can still hear my ancestors, following thy North Star songs
Tears of time, for the fallen, the persecuted, the whoremonger, desires unto the Jezebel
Clothing of intellects, once in the dark, unto another depravation seeking bodily thrills
Oh, sweet Lilith glory to be for the sins of ether not etched into my skin to ever define me
Even the helm of Jesus’ garment was touched for the taste of salvation
The conviction of one’s soul lost in the benediction of life, death, ashes to ashes on a pyre rebirthed in its cremation
From the cocoon of darkness born into the light
Spiritual blessed and anointed in our beautiful bareness
Programmed by society's self-hatred, jealousy, envious, greed
To allow a woman in her own glory, her own righteous magnification to just be
Conformed by the regality of my presence found beyond the sapphire of the moon is to always believe
Unto the world, healing the body with the gentlest of ease
My heart, my mind, the window of my soul
Trinity adopted through the passage of the womb
Given life in the cradle only to return to a six feet underground tomb
Earthly survival to the fittest
Walking with hands out, the world gives charitable oath to affluence, once money is committed
Poor mouths still go hungry, feet still shoeless, life continues on
Framed snapshots of lives, bygone, from the grave I can still hear my ancestors, following thy North Star songs
Tears of time, for the fallen, the persecuted, the whoremonger, desires unto the Jezebel
Clothing of intellects, once in the dark, unto another depravation seeking bodily thrills
Oh, sweet Lilith glory to be for the sins of ether not etched into my skin to ever define me
Even the helm of Jesus’ garment was touched for the taste of salvation
The conviction of one’s soul lost in the benediction of life, death, ashes to ashes on a pyre rebirthed in its cremation
From the cocoon of darkness born into the light
Spiritual blessed and anointed in our beautiful bareness
Programmed by society's self-hatred, jealousy, envious, greed
To allow a woman in her own glory, her own righteous magnification to just be
Conformed by the regality of my presence found beyond the sapphire of the moon is to always believe
Published 12th Jul 2024
Author's Note
Everyone please have a safe and blessed weekend.
Love and Hugs always,
SKC🤎
Love and Hugs always,
SKC🤎
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