The makings of a supreme
Equals extreme conditioning
Empowered and confident
Black boy
Like a tug of war
Your face, snatched
Your pain, drank
Your death, sang
Your glow, rinsed
Extreme resilience, I must say
Micro waved out from the gutters
Envisioned
Predicted,
like the messiah
You are the clock
that keeps all ticking
You are the currency
that pulsates the market
From the turn of the southern belt
To the western lagoon of Lasgidi
You are the sun
From you, life exists
So insightful!
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