Our enemies lie
They lie beside us.
Our victors left
They left us with the duty
To be victorious
is to become notorious
and condemned in the eyes of oppressors.
Condemn me, for my faults are my guidelines
my flaws are my screwed perception
my draw-backs spring me forward when i fall
my short-comings keep me going longer
my weaknesses become my apexes for hexes and vexes.
I’ll stayed too long, nailed upon my own cross-section
between mind and body
seeking help from nobody
eyes blinded by a thorny crown of mockery.
When I claim myself as king
I do not take away your throne.
We must claim our seats within our castle
and be a kingdom of kings.
Because the current kings are outside of ourselves
and must be taken down.