🖋️Riverside Alchemy

I hate my humility

How I, speak soft in hopes that it’ll help you
Listen to the weight of the words I breath

I think

My spirit got lost in search of my poetry
And I can’t be true to you
If I’m not true to me
So truthfully

This facade isn’t me
I curse, I smoke, I drink
I mean

My hearts my only claim to prestige
And I’ve been called everything
From a prophet to a beast
Sad thing, is I’ve been each
Once at least
Believe you me
This well runs deep
But I don’t call myself Golden cause I’m perfect

I do so
Because I can and I’m worth it

The name, it’s intended aim
And it’s purpose

Not to mention
My gold enriched skin
It’s connection to the ancients
Or gold in the Kemetic sense
The Sun and it’s benevolence
Or the fact that, my bodies a golden pyramid

It is what it is, if the shoe fits

You see I’ve come to realize
There difference between
Seeking the truth, and accepting it
Or neglecting it
And I don’t say that
To highlight your negligence
Just to let you know that all my reference
Are eternally relevant
So you can tat that or tell a friend

I’m not your run of the mill
Revolutionary wordsmith

I’m an introverted realist
That was called to the pen
Something like Nas, mixed with Talib
Or Black Thought and Rakim
Blended with the audacity
To call myself a poet

Aced alchemy than became the potion
Hotep

So sick of holding my breath
To avoid the notice of these
New age Pharisees

Trying to find ways to condense my essence into a box

But they can’t confide
What they can’t define
And I
Will not hide
Nor apologize

I’m taking a stand for my integrity

Therefore
I sincerely rebuke your critique
And refuse to be
Anything but me
Politically
Incorrect with intrigue
Infinitely
Opinionated

And many would love
To see me sedated

But my death was deified by my life
By my light
And by my will to let me shine

© Rakeem Golden Leb El Rivers