There is nothing worse than tears that can not be contained.
Tears that are left exposed without proper guidance.
Tears with experience privately poured out at an altar that is silent.
Questions that are never given answers. Burdened, tired, & lacking oxygen, living only on 20%, yet, no one sees, everyone is living a life that is not their own, lacking authenticity.
There’s a cry from the mountain top; Its siren is loud but no one hears so lights out for truth, no one wants it.
Give them fake that’s all their appetite can stomach. Crawl between the sheets and watch them self destruct.
Package your tears in a bottle and send them out to sea. Someday someone will read; blow the trumpet and start a war.
The revolution will commence when the child is ready to take the mantle.
Erect it, call forth the elect, the chosen for the day is coming. The very thing you fear, you will need.
Black Panther hear us roar. we are coming.


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