Jan 13, 2019
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Pre Existed before birth
Re existing on earth
Always afflicted of your worth
It’s always twisted once UN-earthed
When eternity has ran its course, history repeats
Systems are our only vital force, Everyone has a purpose on
the spreadsheet
De ja vous is when you always go back and forth, sometimes
leaves you feeling bittersweet
Actions lead us in life, when reasoning is our source, all while
the wisest observe and keep it discreet.
---Illustrious Da Poet 01/2014Jan 7, 2014
Astronautically
Astronautically
You make me feel so amazing
Flabbergasted
We shooting stars
Every minute is like comets blazing
Counteracted
Sky watchers watching us, repertoire
We love beyond earth
Star struck
Exploring close to the heavens
You’re the chapter, I’m the verse
Diving through the galaxies, moonstruck
Orbiting with no end
Captain of my spacecraft
The love frontier
Exploring deeper deeper than space
Invested in some time draft
Sailing the universe in light years
By passing asteroids by geometric pace
Romantic lunar mission
‘’Houston’’ we would never have a problem
Because we keep it extra-terrestrial real
Even the satellites could never catch our expedition
Moon gliding, feeling awesome
Sparkles in these stars gives you looks that can kill
Our gravitational pull, much stronger than matter
NASA classifies us as exploding galaxies, embodied stretched
in spiral motions
Out here, apocalypse is dead to the universe
Every star we wish on, becomes scattered
Devoted in an preconceived notion
Every desire that you crave becomes emotionally immerse
Let’s love like the first and last quarter of the moon phase
And spend eternity lasting longer, longer than earth days
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Illustrious da Poet: Platinum Coated- Poem on Female Genital Mutilation...
Illustrious da Poet: Platinum Coated- Poem on Female Genital Mutilation...: Mama took me for a walk today Who would have thought, our malicious ancestors nature would have ripped my childhood away ...
Platinum Coated- Poem on Female Genital Mutilation
Mama took me for a walk today
Who would have thought, our malicious
ancestors nature would have ripped my childhood away
To my left, the village women were dancing
and prancing
To my right, Daddy’s was on top of the hill
glancing, and chanting
The walk felt at
ease at first
Suddenly, that
joyful feeling ceased down to the worst
as we Slowly approached the village
circumcist
Better known as the despicable vagina
botanist
Wicked old lady is what I called her, with
wrinkles deeper than my ancestor’s family tree
Eyes deeply pierced, cataracts indulged,
‘’mama how could you trust her with me?’’
She hobbled, with her dirt stained index
finger, leaned on her thirsty lips
She said, ‘’Hush now, only a coward would cry’’
then quickly held a gripped hold of my fragile hips
Grabbing her dingy Ethiopian dress out of
the way, for comfort
Stripping me waist down just left me with
only my shirt
Restraining me, as if I’m a fugitive on the
run
If I was made aware of this barbaric
nature, I would have definitely run
Slouching over on my arms and legs,
applying pressure, spreading my knees further apart
With each slice, as if she was painting
with a box cutter in my gutter, with each it stabbed my heart
I would never wish this pain on my worst
enemy
I would never forget that bloody board,
with my remains, left out to dry like raw meat
‘’Mama, am I discriminated and punished
from being born in the likeness of Gods image?’’
‘’Mama, why do I have to be tortured for
the right of passage, and a cultural linkage?’’
‘’Mama, I am limited to Live, Love and be
Free’’
How many have read the verdict before me?
Guess my cries wasn’t loud enough for God
to hear
Indulged in excruciating pain, don’t think
even an exorcist can bear
Now I am traumatized for life
I am reminded physically and
psychologically, knowing she endorsed my unforgiving stripes taking away my
womanly rights
Throwing parts of my soul into the Nile
River
Stealing parts of my God given gift, as if
she was the ULTIMATE giver
‘’Mama you say, I am a woman now, but my
existence has been torn away’’
Sprinkling salt on my wounds, legs bound felt
like I have died again and again, today
For many centuries women has suffered due
to old ancient traditions overflowing with ignorance and lack of education.
Join me in bounding our voices to put a complete STOP, to Female Genital
Mutilation. –Illustrious Da Poet Sept 2013
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