I Am Dexterity Poem by venessa ambrose

I am dexterity
I refer to a race
a race above the rat race
Rat race forged by coeval lust
Lust of shining stones
Stones made beautiful by deceit

I am dexterity
That ocean that gave away its young for tomorrow's gain
Gains placed in later's golds
Gold core of crude ore
Ores of idiomatic hope
Hope of prospects claims

I am dexterity
The despised toil of futurity's womb
Womb enslaved with fate's hope
Hope of black harvest
Harvest of waters
Waters sprout out of my salts
Salts of perseverance

I am dexterity
The sweet taste
Of labour in success broth
Broth spiced with time
Time framed from the sun
sunny rays to the patient heart

I am dexterity
The true son of travail
A heir to the land of strive
Born of trails
Amidst the slumber time
I rose to lead!