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Thorns-and-thrones by Emira

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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.

Letra

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

I have studied so heaven will approve

I am a desperate artist not ashamed of her tools 🙀

This poem is giving 😊🥰

Wow😲😲🥰🥰 this is so inspiring and interesting. More Grace
💓

♥🔥🔥🔥🔥 amazing and inspiring...love to listen to it more again

amazing

02:39

Girl, always on fire...

01:13

Mira, listening to this. I'm inspired ✴️

This is fire.... I love it meh

outstanding

00:24

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

00:03

A Masterpiece crafted with thoughtful lines. Well-done Emira

Nice piece❤. Well done ma'am.

God bless you @ Edjemre this is soul lifting

01:57

Beautiful piece💞

good one dear👏

This is so relatable👏💖

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