Quiet from ones own heartbeat
Hearing sounds of Africa in the deep
His ancestors have told him quietly
Never give up, never lose faith
Yet he stands and then falls
He accomplishes and then destroys
What do you gain from torturing your soul?
Your bodies physical composure has no power over eternity
You STAND where men before you have failed
You have what no other man before you had.....time
Yet time wethers like a black rose
Creeps through galaxies made by Gods right hand
Yet you fear no one
YOU ARE READING
i am what i am
PoetryLife takes on so many meanings and so many different perspectives that it makes it difficult to create a true version of yourself. "I Am What I Am" is a defining moment of poetry for me, when all the good and all the bad collide and create my identi...
