I am power
Coming from the unknown
I shone
Through hardship and grief
Not knowing who or what I was
I dug out of that grave with my name
Engraved on the headstone
Of bitter fruit
You can’t break nor shake me
Not me or that power surge I was made out to be
Like lightning like fire
Life is all that I desire
To shine to radiate
To not be a minute late
In sending out energy
In sending out vibes
To even make people get inflicted with hives
I am power
Bursting through the seams
Of that cloth bound by the thread
Of time,
With rhythm and rhyme
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