I don’t burn in sun, instead I poetry

I get up…
with the rumblings
of glory,
work to do…
and stories to tell,
as sure as sun rises
and touches skin,
I begin…
my melanin is mighty,
and indefatigable
defeating notions
that I am lesser,
refusing that potion
from those
who project
the poison of
their insecurities,
as they pale
in comparison
to my light,
as I am loved
in upright frequencies,
so they flee,
leaving me
to persevere
spewing poetrying
via incantations
of sweetest
melodies.

Published by Shun P. Writes

Author, Genealogist, Writer, Poet, Podcast Host, possessor of 2 cents, Blogger and eternal student of life, who harbors a firm belief in his Grandmother's mantra that: "People need to get off of their rump and do something". All while keeping in mind that a cheering section will often get in the way. View all posts by Shun P. Writes