We never realize the lives we may touch
Perhaps thinking we aren’t valued that much
Many women honestly don’t believe they have this internal power
Because at times we are so delicate like a sensitive flower
One pluck of a petal
Can screw and mettle
Your emotional sensibility
People enjoy challenging our hidden vulnerability
It’s at those times we may shatter and fall flat to the ground
Hoping to be rescued and found
So lost
Depression comes at a cost
But the actual seed is already planted within your belly
When your knees are weak and feel like jelly
Each of us hold ROYAL blood
Wipe off that mud
You know, those times you have trouble getting up
Hiding behind your false smile as a cosmetic cover-up
Expand your feathered wings
Fly and triumphantly walk in the land of the Kings
Penetrate a force of growth
Sprout and take your oath
Your spiritual pledge of these phenomenal fated vows
Which roots within your chakras and flourishes a rouse
An allegiance with god
This sovereign deity which is clearly not fraud
I think we must unequivocally understand
Each destiny has already been planned
In addition, the soul has a very magical beat of manifestation
Energetically we can manipulate the vibrations of illumination
There are elements of divine beauty
But on the contrary, there’s this lodged booger called a cootie
It’s blaming or criticizing another person
From your internal worsen
Did you know that when you unmindfully judge
And mother frickin’ fudge
Deliberately twisting straight knots into a tangled mess
Due to your own conflicting distress
And furthermore, this contaminates your molecular atoms and pulsating cells
It’s like you purposely casted your own voodoo of bad spells
The repercussion of it all, is when your life continues to spiral and fatally crash
For the fact that you stupidly backstab and backlash
Alter your mindset
Terminating your habitual bad attitude of hollowed concept
Nothing is really reality
Once comprehended, the knowledge of it all will offer your 3rd eye a conscious tranquility
What I mean is that everything is an illusion
Unfortunately, for those unaligned.. well, this planet can be a bit of a confusion
And the phenomenon of it all, is that we are here for only one single test
You’ll have to figure out the rest
The plethoric journey is all about “love”
Where the answers reside in the heavens above
Our infinite galaxy is impossible to be controlled
Resistance to it all will show you obliteration as you attempt to forcefully mold
Fitting a circle into a square
The choices you make can literally scare
Cultivating this feeble foundation
For cracks, bruises and frustration
In the end, Mother Earth reveals to us what’s inside
And doesn’t want you to divide
Race, religion or creed
For a one-day you’ll most likely need..
A stranger’s hand
Extended to you without a demand
Showing you another way
Through your crooked sidewalk which you built in dismay
Sometimes it’s hard to stand straight on your own
When mortals foolishly throw a stone
With prosecution of critical thought
Leaving your confused mind in a dangerous wrought
The golden key is to fully block out and ignore
The repercussions of facing the opposite, is when retaliation becomes such a chore
My philosophy is to treat life with “no fucks given”
For I am artistically driven
A word of advice: “another person’s opinion matters not”
Towards your path’s plot
Whether it’s coming from family, friend or foe
Their aftermath of how they hastily think, is not worth your woe
Make your own road and dive deep
Be the black sheep
Buzz away from the loud crap
Design your own freelanced map
Put on your butterfly wings and diva pink crown
Smile and never frown
For the female is a warrior Queen
From the moment she steps away from anything that will demean
For me, when I open my eyes
Indeed I become more rhythmically wise
Harnessing the jeweled gifts we have inside
Is the solution to our happiness of abundant pride
Once we accept that we are not alone
We reign and shine on our own personal throne
It takes multiple forms of unforeseen catastrophe to get us there
Nonetheless, vanquish despair
Bad hardships we face is part of the preverbal contract
Don’t distract
Instead, brush off the unwanted dust
And begin to wholeheartedly trust
In this supremely angelic Source
Crystal stars of the universe have such a cosmic force
Reincarnation is not a lie
For one day your breath will vanish, but not die
You may have to do this all over again
Changing the world, not with anger or doubt.. but with zestful Zen

poem: ROYAL