Unsatisfied? (Stockpiling Food Water Shelter Be My Satisfaction) Poem by Cherokee Akan Ewe

and you can't even trust they prophets of males and females and its and ummm wow(echoing) ...though i bet you a million you can trust your certifications and degrees and experiences and that nonphysical journey that be on twenty four seven when dem babies need to be fed i know dem instincts and intuition will kick in righ? righ...ain't no such thing as dreams and fantasies although they believe in em when your character be the role played in they movie. Are you extinct yet? really? ? now if i be an art I fact who can i trust? and that answer be in the indigenous hands i be knowing who wanna aspire to be twenty four seven around the three sixty five plus... forget the faking and the hating and the stupidity cause not everyone can be saved and Harriet Tubman can testify to that..yeah..and this is a lil sumting fo'dat chest when you walking upright bout your business cause they world ain't got nothing to do with my food water and shelter...all that is on me and turn the mirror 180 now that be you they fool or a live Soul playing suckas and wannabe enemies into obsoletes? then make em give it up as they encore and spectate and critic and politic about yo cover cause you ain't they page nah you write your own pages per goal and successive event as a never ignorant getting goals accomplished....