I entered this reality plane on a dice roll,
blessed with the mercy of landing in a century
not so horrendously plagued with as many
Daredevil I am, fueled by Geminian air and cloaked in grey fire,
wielding ways of touching your mind in places
long overlooked, disowning old visions
tattooed upon my rich cocoa skin.
My mission is guided by the refusal
to surrender my Divine Femininity as I
scale the urban jungle towards written vindication.
I’m a commander of a speech once determined
to never properly grace my tongue, a light glistening from a tunnel
darkened by ignorance and cowardice;
check my Sphinx craft as I weave Ravenclaw riddles &
fresh renovations aimed at those dusty,
neglected senses of evolution.
Dare a second look—
see old Truth carried anew
on the dancing ashes of ancestral Pagan bones,
by the excavated incantations of everlasting Spirit.
Witness more like me who dare embrace and bless
beyond the imprisoning sadness of oppression.
Have you ever been experienced in this Strange Love?
Well I have, let me prove it to you:
Leap over that frozen faith with my sun-kissed hand,
down the rabbit hole of newness we go
in three, two, one…