Friday, December 16, 2016

By My Own Rules


From the cradle of hate,
More than minds anticipate,
I blaze
From the womb of the sacred page.
Lyrical like an opus
My eye on the platinum.
Seething
Like the content of a cauldron.
The stubbornness of my will is bleating
The world’s been patiently waiting,
My prophecy steadily manifesting.
The seed I am is sprouting
Thro rock solid concrete.
My dream will breathe
To the maximized degree
Thro a determination that speaks
Greater things than competition tweaks
I am here between two brothers, two traitors
Two thieves; two fools
With panther power surviving by my own rules.

Akpan



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