Day 20: Manual Disconnect

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Straight out o’ the shadows of my past

I emerge like a torn off branch flung up by a blast,

And I invade the world’s stage like a seasoned cast,

As I rewrite my history, skillfully.

Touched not by the scars of slavery

But by the elements of mastery.

I have been forged by a unique pedigree

One whose entire bloodline has been kings.

I present my case

As one of a profoundly celebrated race;

And in this place of shame and disgrace

I have attained a special state of genuine grace.

A beautiful, reputable brew of Negro

Molded by circumstances I survived into human ammo.

Cause I heeded the voice calling beyond the heat of the inferno.

The days of my life are like a totem pole:

Every exhale represents something; I’m game.

I’m about erasing the account of shame,

And purging the stigma set on a name.

I am yesterday that will not vanish from memory;

I am today that persists indefinitely;

I am tomorrow, I am symbol of immortality.

The darkest phase of an eclipse,

I have ascended within a prophecy

To manifest as an article of potency.

And like an authentic, personified apocalypse,

I annihilate the blinded course of hypocrisy.

I have come to accept the reality of who I am;

A concrete representation of the Son of Man.

I multiply in billions like dust in the harmattan.

I pulled the plug on anything that stands against my identity,

And charged my faculty to disconnect from falsity.

Akpan