Feel me?
Why don't you?
Why can't you feel me?
I'll keep you occupied
If you really felt
knowing, is loving me
Be no hesitation
No mistaken identity
You would be able to recognize
Falsified records forging my
signature
I won’t be dirt lodging
It’s all or nothing, numero uno
You know
Thinking I knew you
Here, know me
See on earth you have always been
My King Guru
My other King is not of this world
but you running down the same vein
I shout it until it curls and rest nurturing the cracks
of my palms then I stroke it
So stroke me
Sometimes speaking confidentially in other tongues
Sometimes in Swahili because it’s the
language of true royalty
I use what I use to pay homage to that
long over due
Regardless of who is trying to ensue
Always we be the natural Queens
Rearing up offspring
Of the likes we’ve never seen
Yet they call us on the sly
Mother of their birth
Call out my name receiving my girth
Another matron
Another patron but she be calling me
Down low and on the sly
Looking at me to clothe them
Looking at me to match them
Looking at me to build on their physique
On me it’s O naturale
It’s my milk you should seek
Yes, don’t you understand I feed the universe?
I’m the fleshy parts of Alpha and the Omega
The brown laureate trampling through ruins
Knee deep in the struggle for you
There’s nothing greater
than the fact we’ve suffered in the days
behind heinously
Now study that we survived is partly thanks to me
Look back now and marvel
at the resilience of the family tree
Feel me
I aim to satisfy
Author notes
Collab w a Mahoghony Diva
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Comments
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This was an amazing poem, full of depth. A stunning piece, well done with this.
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omg
that was amazing. A very deep poem. Keep up the GREAT work
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WOW!!!!
there is a mirage of drum beats that ensues when I read your poems. I get picked up by the first beat and it lets me down softly on the last.
Good job! You are probably really humble, but I have to say you are one of the most accomplished poets.
.. In response. I know that butterflies can be campy, however, it was a metahpor, but you already knew that didn't you.
.. I have looked back on poems of old, and all that I can do is laugh at some of them (or most of them). A lot of them are either moody, or a really obvious political message resonates. However, that was my first time with butterflies.
Keep the poems coming
here are three little applauding little guys
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Absolutely Loved the Flow here...
as usual you bring it!
This is awesome and I am so glad I got a chance to read this.
Keep doin you Satin
great Collabo.
Ephiphany
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