Proud Black Sheep

Taking care of all the creeps in high places, while the masses concerned with covering their faces…shoved over I’m plunged deep, into the fires meant for aces. Will I please me, thee without all the bells and graces…

Churning slowly my insides reek, haunting, taunting, surely to attain my peak. Gently pouring over me the fluidity seeked, found me less bleak, this morning light on the ground my senses now reach…this new thang I’ve found…

Haughty, never me, pioneers never speak of these…shhhhhh. Now written with lock, key like a puzzle piece…

By Empirical Earth Angel

I came into this world with a fiery disposition, headstrong, only to be stifled by unconscious generational traumas. Now I am here, my fire has returned and I'm trying to live a dream like life, the life that's been waiting for me for years, years beyond your wildest imaginations...won't you walk with me...

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