Friday, August 16, 2013

Master and Commander




Whispers in the melody of silence evoking life. Calling me back from the mutilation of my heart and bastardization of my soul. Taken to the point of no return. Living in nightmares, seeing life everyday through the devil’s eyes… Brandishing weapons of my destruction for the war with the eighth deadliest sin: Lack of self-love. But who is to blame remembering thought by name. Know which area, to slice I the experimental splice. Cutting away shards of my personality for the misfits and maybe that infiltrate me. Perpetual habit, perpetrating love, brewing dependency and suffocating my spirit so that I could swallow me whole…

And I did… I washed me down with a bottle a vodka, a fistful of pills and a lifetime supply of broken dream.

Remnants of rape burn valleys into my flesh for my tears to fill like rivers, carrying traces of my memory to eat away at my spirit. Taunting me with the knowledge of knowing the memories by name, in bits and pieces. Torn and Tattered. Self-esteem battered. A bitch left fucked raw with nothing to show for it but a beautiful face and mystery in my eyes so that even if you heard my please you still wouldn’t have believed the battle cries!

Jaded perception of life…No faith in trust…Yet the only thing I clung to was love.

Well…the idea of love, NO, the ideal of love!

‘Cause all I’d been shown from birth to independence was lust and was forced to master the art of sex before I reached double digits and was passing out cards in the business of self hatred before my young hart new it was capable of self-love.

Legs pried open wide while negativity shoved it’s dick inside me, down stroking my mental with thoughts of, ‘You ain’t never gon’ be good for nothing’ and ‘Sex will be your greatest destiny’ … Ejaculation only confirmation that that was what I’d become. Nine months went by and I gave birth to  a lie loving it fully, giving the last of what I felt I could be while self-esteem went from torn and tattered to virtually non-existent. The viral disconnect from my spirit left my soul distant.

But what happened next could only be fathomed within the security of dreams, because while sex and negativity fucked me over and over with experience… My strength waiting in the wings, growing more and more impatient with every gunshot through my heart and every machete through my womb. The echoes of forgotten battle fueled my strength like the passion behind the birth of a new nation and I PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE TO ME!!! And this internal conflict is a matter of National Security.

Waging a war with the 8th deadliest sin carrying a secret weapon I never realized I had. Never once stopping to realize the sacred trinity of bloodlines that comprises my strength and courses through my veins…swaying my thinking giving me power with each and every one of my adversaries insults or derogative names. Until bitch became synonymous with beautiful and ho became synonymous with honorable.

For my nation was birthed from the womb of the Gods and her laws and principles built on the back of Kings and Queens. But see in your small minds you don’t get what this truly means, because you’re still trying to sift real life from your dreams while I’ve vowed to make mine reality. And as the war wages on my strength is steady brewing… the precursor of calm before the storm and now years later…I’m ready to drop these bombs…


I’ve studied, calibrated, and triangulated the position in which to carry out my mission. And NO, it’s not aimed at you or those like you who live to fabricate the truth… This target is aimed directly for the youth.

See while negativity thought it would break me my flexibility came through greatly. From early on I learned how to bend and roll with the punches with the simplest ease…and it’s that same strength that picked me up off my knees. No credit due to your negative reinforcement, for I on my own accord made a better life for myself. And I’ll use that same strength matched with guidance to help make it better for somebody else.

The Universe has spared my spirit to serve as a secret weapon, a sacred vessel, allowing my struggle to encourage someone else. A strategic play, giving me the upper hand and the greatest wealth…

And from here through the duration I’ll always pledge undying loyalty to my nation, this is a declaration of love and admiration. The war has been fought and won, I’ve reached self-actualization… Not by this triumph over my situation but by becoming master and commander of my destination.


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