This piece is speaks about the struggles of an upcoming artist. It is a description of a journey of resilience and how to break through with your expertise /talent.
Every morning when I wake up
The only thing that lays bare in my head
Is how to become a big poet.
To be sort after by the rich
Become a pintrest
Get the wages of my labor
Get paid with interest.
There is no use being called
King of words,
If the only place you are kinging is your locality
I think of other nationalities
But I start from my Jerusalem.
I want to be on lipfest
But I start by mastering my lip, first
Count my teeth with my tongue
I have been grinding for this molar (money )
Chewing contents with my premolar
Tearing truths with my incisors
So my poems will have the right dentition,
My hustle is different
My project topic is how to become a
Billionaire poet
I have done my survey
My questionnaires, are full of the opinion of men
I heard the external supervisor lives up,
Above the sky and the heart of kings
Are in his hands
I have studied so heaven
Will approve
I am a desperate artist not ashamed of her tools
I know your eyes are tired of me
But I will always be in your faces
Call it consistency
There is a thin line between poverty and poor visibility
Shyness and mediocrity
Are intertwined
And the only way out is a
Prison break.
I heard my quest calls for
Sweat and blood
And I am willing to die
Like Jesus Christ
I have learnt to watch for more than an hour,
Learned to pray to God our father
Give us this day our freshly baked poems
I know there are no guarantees
Poetry is an act of faith
A spinckle of “God when”
A supplication of “God abeg!”
But I have learnt.
Upon this rock
I have built the church of my resilience
Some days I am too tired to push
But too in love to quit
These punchlines do not let me rest
They keep drawing me back to paper
I did not choose poetry, poetry chose me!
I have arrived on this Mount Sanna
I have experienced a Transfiguration
My shy heart is now that of Elijah
I know how to send down fire
My words are now the rod that part the red sea
Now I see
That like Abraham
Poetry will require your Isaac
You will use your last card to record a poem
Check out for last card, last card, check out
You expected to pick 2, pick 3 million streams,
But the only thing streaming down your face is
Bitter tears
As you hear your heart scream
I am enough, my only crime was to dream big !
I guess talent was not enough
You are just too introverted
I bet your God knew you would
Isolate, so he taught us how to collaborate
I bet your God knew
That the road was tough
So he asked us to look up
Gave us fathers of faith
Call them mentors
Rome was not built in a day
You will build this craft
Brick by brick
Day by day
Call forth the Lazarus of a new dawn
When you finally mingle with kings
And mount up on Eagles Wings
You will look back and
Teach the next generation
How talent was never enough
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Girl, always on fire...
Mira, listening to this. I'm inspired ✴️
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innate talent. you're one of the best in the business. greater height
I feel you🤧
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So powerful and well articulated
ma'am
nice piece
A Masterpiece crafted with thoughtful lines. Well-done Emira
Nice piece❤. Well done ma'am.
God bless you @ Edjemre this is soul lifting
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This poem is giving 😊🥰
Wow😲😲🥰🥰 this is so inspiring and interesting. More Grace
💓
♥🔥🔥🔥🔥 amazing and inspiring...love to listen to it more again
amazing
Girl, always on fire...
Mira, listening to this. I'm inspired ✴️
This is fire.... I love it meh
outstanding
Beautiful ❤️
innate talent. you're one of the best in the business. greater height
I feel you🤧
more grace to you!
you are doing great ma.
this is so powerful and inspiring.
wow!
this is so inspiring and. Its just roo beautiful ma, thank you for sharing ✨
This is so Relatable, Inspiring and Beautiful.
This is beautiful
this is so powerful and i was blessed.
So powerful and well articulated
ma'am
nice piece
A Masterpiece crafted with thoughtful lines. Well-done Emira
Nice piece❤. Well done ma'am.
God bless you @ Edjemre this is soul lifting
Beautiful piece💞
good one dear👏
This is so relatable👏💖