Crucifying your convictions
about who you are
They want you to be a moth
When you know your a star
Shine exalted,
Gleam,
and boom,
Let your glimmer,
Vibrate the dense air in the room,
For you are not fog,
Or charcoal,
Or grey,
You are the tongue,
You speak,
and the words
you say,
I am majestic,
exuberant,
joyful, victorious,
I am the torch,
the candle in the dark,
If the world was a river,
I am Noahs arc,
I am necessary,
valuable,
worthy,
and needed
This time i wont waste,
My heart i will heed it,
For strength
comes to those
who honor who they are,
remembering ofcourse,
the nautical needs
for moons, and suns,
and comets, and stars,
yes of course...
and stars.
Otatade Iseghohi Okojie
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