Though I am 62 inches tall, my pedigree is seven feet
I heavily invest in me, the revenue is energy
Envelop the eleven beams of light from luminescent dreams…..
Developing my self-esteem….
….and growing exponentially,
so step to me respectfully and show what your intentions be,
dispose of the pretenses and expose your Self, or let me be
My seconds are so precious, your Rolex is not impressing me:
Severing Giappetto’s strings
Lessons etched on melon seeds
Resembling the restless queens,
jesters left on bended knees
Never less than heavenly,
sex is like telepathy
We jet from the Equator to Australia to the Western Keys
Intensity of seven seas dissected by a desert breeze
The lexicon I’m flexing on, descendant of Rosetta ink
Stepping in stilettos or barefoot inside the temple Sphinx
Correct your prepositions and your diction when you attempt to speak

…..m’f*cka

All of my fathers,
the men who have loved me the most,
have lied to my mothers,
have trampled their hearts.

how memory works
(or what happens when your seratonin levels normalize)

i remember this feeling
only
it used to be a sledgehammer
shattering the marble
of my carved cheek
a semi truck
balanced nose down
on my sternum

but now
there is a hard swallow
a dull ache
and perhaps a timid tap
on the shoulder reminding
me to take myself home

i do wish
i still knew how to cry

What is we gon do?
Even the brothaz
that know better
still act like niggaz.

Question: What if there was no niggers, only Master Teachers?
Answer: I’d stay woke.
–Amerykah