Black Poetry : BRANDED IN MY VEIN

BRANDED IN MY VEIN

But I shall live upon the emancipation of the Majesty,
Oh come your army upon my death, nor will a brave man choose to live when he I shall rise before the morning seek The sight of your eyes, Your men court of death, your wipes that touch the ebony of my skin, like a drunken scavenger who repeats the pain of his guts, the sun shall rise in the morning I shall beat you before the pull of your ropes ;to a paradise that cannot be dictated by the earthly devils who subside by my death,

Between the rivers and the tunnel of light,
The begging of life; the swelling of thou breast,
The milk and honey, which awaits your first, breathe.
Your head and shoulders between my knees,
As I birth the warrior of the earth.
The chain that connects from heaven and earth;
The symbol of Gods Locks, the pain that you scream; the first slap of the earth; I screamed as I pushed you out of my womb,
I the 9 cipher of my brothers stroll, I give thy life of my lamb, sacrificed it to God, that I women warrior of strength shall not let my children suffer in the name of slave, oh what a bitter tastes of my tongue, but I leave a legacy that my warrior sister, shall save the lamb.

I travel the universe, as my spirit continues to return, through the bonding ship of harvest, as the savior died upon the cross, he continues to come, my legacy is the scars of my brother Jesus, who was hated among many men, the prophet will continue to come, as my children that lay upon my nest, If you kill the nest the Queen shall dye, the incubation of realistic bares my Tribal scars.

Afraid be not the strong armored spirit; let not the tears Upon this blood of tarnish decreed, I have lived before, I shall return again, I the black wings of chamber, know the hidden secrets of the dead, there is no power that lies upon the earth. Submerging warmth within my mothers womb, link between the heavens an earth, darkness with calm as I await to reach the light, development stage of human form that I await, Freedom the gift from God, to live to breath, to be loved without harm, A gift to women, the womb of the universe, the pain the struggle that I await through my mothers womb, the life line a gift given to women, the image of God, the blessed seed, from the fountain of life.


Messiah Branded in my blood, I HAVE no doubt whom I stand, for the emancipation of the doctrinarian stands in the scripts written in blood, the fancy of the brutal constitution that dictates my fate as a man, only the carcass that covers the frame Of a embolism that stands before the earthly Gods, my destiny shall be circled With the angels upon the sky, my fortunes shall sit carved in gold,
My destiny was set forth to prove my
Emancipation by the old mighty Allah, God;





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thank you master poet

 

Such eloquence and passion embrace your words. Surely, God is within us, even during our most trying times.

 

blessings and love my sister poet:luvv: