I have claim the highest mountain, I have felt the pain of the cross, many born in abomination the suicide congenial of death, that lingers within my skin and many who know the salitude of women in bondage,   I have been the many sources of the world, I have worked upon the darkness that the world sits before me, I have been the eyes that man could see, the heart that he can love, the dreams of my own centered destiny, what must I do to get him to feel the growth of my mission?

To fulfill the holy passage, I am the limb of my soul, In this degradation of pain, I have subsided within holes less than my subtitle of events, just to keep him alive, my children born within the abomination of injustice, my man no longer respects my blessings of his limb, I come in the shades of all colors suicide intentions, I walk through the night, lingering upon the streets of darkness carrying the tainted bottles and my clothing smells of disquiets, yet I work the streets for survival, man looks as I don’t exist, unfortunate caught up in poverty discuss, but beneath the sentence of poverty I breath, bleed, feel the pain of the unjust. My sisters who killed the young, and pocket from the insurance of there labor, sticking my heads in many holes just to stay alive, I shall die and I shall live, I reclaim my identity for I am the Queen.

I fogotten women live upon the streets of survival, I the educated , the prosperous, the gifted, but the lonely who sits with the emancipation of hope, but yet there is a clause upon my emancipations, material items are not love, I stand at attention to empress my computation, but my heart bleeds as the curtain comes down, I birth a tribe the fire dims, and the temple thrust, my sisters who pimp in the name of blackness, my sisters who steal from the fortunes of unity, my sisters who toxins the mind of the young, my liberty has been invaded by those who use my name, to destroy my people in the name of greed. I am already dead the soul cried for the temple of my sisters have taken me into another chamber of slavery, pimping blackness, as our children cry for knowledge, teaching them how to steal from those who hold the torch of black pride.


I embrace the mountains that flow with the milk of the earth, the softness that cushions the centers of the arisen, talking drums play as the beat
plays in rotations. Singing every beat of the way. The road of life has many detours, I shall now rise to the heavens, take my hands, as I walk you through heavens gate, don’t look back. Powerful as the night it may erupt, Sweet as the touch of the wind. Sweet and salty sweat, the rivers flow the lifeline has its own song.
Sensual repeats as night sings, pew of love, that roars as a storm,scriptures of songs, light that flash upon the dark, power of love,
the gates of solutions, trumpets that play, the melody
great song. Meteors the entire night, we stand divided upon the night, a jewel by any other night, sacrifice my limb for peace , a black rose that scrabbles in the sun, no water can bring it to life, no sun can fulfill the heart, the soul has left upon the night.




This weapon, yet even chains, the brave emancipate the painHe’d, in triumphant and the brave man stands, waiting
the mystic’s powers of the soul, that man is blind to thy role, oh the treaty of my ancestral strolls, my life is to die as my brother, and rise upon the cross. The redemption black wings of chambers, in the conference hall of the de lord,beware my brother, beware my sisters, for I shall meet you on the other side, there will be no back door to my Gods house. I will dye and be reborn in a new temple, and leave the tarnish form upon the land of the devil.
Oh upon this land, has no understanding of the chambers of the lord, I shall feel no pain, as I walk through the fire of my brothers space.

To bare the scars of envy, spite, and scorns,
That sits upon my door, the burning bullet I plant the crown upon this distraction of my apathy for I have given all I can give, in this subject furnace of life, I cry out to the lord, protect me from my self, I cry out to the lord forgive me of my sin, I cry out to the lord save my children from the slavery that lives within, I cry out to the lord, break the chains that have cursed my horology of great inheritance, I stand in the mist of death, I shall be reborn, and rest the horror of my self genocide in this confusion .

Only de lord knows the hierologic atonement I explore,
For who should ever understand my horology, who shall ever walk my path, understanding the burning of psalms, that lies within my skin, In this black wings chamber, lord whispered in my ear, lord say sacrifice my daughter know one shall no the end, my babies raped, my sons castrated, my home of pray befoul, my loyalty no longer appreciated in the name of love, for I have been the eyes that man can see, the feet that he shall lead, t he shoulder when the world brings him peace, I am fired , I am tired, for I am the black pride of the omega and alpha for I am the life line between heaven and earth, my womb have become the abomination of the devils jewels, to destroy the sanctuary of Gods grace, I cannot delete the genetics of my genes, I cannot erase the pureness of my ebony skin, I cannot erase the scars of many of my sisters that looks like me white, black , red, yellow, the devil has know favorites when he tampers with the brain, my soul will not stay in the house, that contour my ancestral legends which was sacrifice for thee, for I shall be reborn again, death upon the taunted womb,