I give birth to myself
Like a butterfly emerging
Out of its crystal cocoon.
Struggling to escape my claustrophobic case
I fight for freedom
Pushing down on the pain
I reach up to the light called life
And flutter my new crumpled wings in joy.
But I am more than just a delicate beauty
I am more than just female anatomy,
I am more than just the black skin which covers my flesh
Like an apple I have a core
Containing the seeds of my spiritual self.
All these qualities are celebrations of God’s ingenuity
Yet are worthless in man’s society.
Captured and crushed to death for their pleasure
I am put on display as a pressed butterfly.
My wings are pinned down while I’m still alive,
I scream out from within my glass prision
But no one hears me.
My exterior shell is all they choose to see.
I am Alpha and Omega, the first and the last.
I am the Future , the Present and Past.
I alone hold the keys to the gates of Heaven and of Hell,
It’s up to you to decide where you will dwell.
So do not behave with the IQ of a dumb ass
For the Words I have written will soon come to pass
I am not unmoved Mover
The Most High, Jah Jehovah
I am your only saviour
And I abhor all ungodly behaviour.
It was I who destroyed your Tower of Babel,
For My Omnipotence is neither fake nor fable
I loved you so much that I granted you free will
In return you steal, kill and commit evil.
Like Doubting Thomas you people never behave
And yet wonder why you never receive.
Will you only acknowledge Me when you feel the heat of Hell?
By then it will be too late to reclaim the soul you now sell.
I am endless, Changeless, Timelessand above your reason
For it was I who created the Earth and its seasons.
So whilst you joke around and jeer
The destruction of Babylon draws near
Do not permit your spirit to be damned
By denying who I AM