Straight
out o’ the shadows of my past
I
emerge like a torn off branch flung up by a blast,
And I
invade the world’s stage like a seasoned cast,
As I
rewrite my history, skillfully.
Touched
not by the scars of slavery
But by
the elements of mastery.
I have
been forged by a unique pedigree
One whose
entire bloodline has been kings.
I
present my case
As one
of a profoundly celebrated race;
And in
this place of shame and disgrace
I have
attained a special state of genuine grace.
A
beautiful, reputable brew of Negro
Molded
by circumstances I survived into human ammo.
Cause I
heeded the voice calling beyond the heat of the inferno.
The
days of my life are like a totem pole:
Every exhale
represents something; I’m game.
I’m about
erasing the account of shame,
And purging
the stigma set on a name.
I am
yesterday that will not vanish from memory;
I am
today that persists indefinitely;
I am
tomorrow, I am symbol of immortality.
The
darkest phase of an eclipse,
I have
ascended within a prophecy
To
manifest as an article of potency.
And
like an authentic, personified apocalypse,
I annihilate
the blinded course of hypocrisy.
I have
come to accept the reality of who I am;
A concrete
representation of the Son of Man.
I multiply
in billions like dust in the harmattan.
I
pulled the plug on anything that stands against my identity,
And
charged my faculty to disconnect from falsity.
Akpan
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