by Chyanne Robinson
Is it the way these words of power roll off my tongue?
The clothes so popular today
Streetwear you say or Y2K
Please, the aesthetic of this new age.
A glimpse in my direction brightens the iris of the eye…
Chemically bound to make the sun bounce off my skin in the grace of aw.
One may try to drag you down
Dig a hole out of sorrow.
Keep royalty like you in a state of fear of tomorrow.
Young queen, find love within yourself, not in the hand of society.
Young king, don’t be taken astray to please the next up…
Self-love is to nurture yourself like the most precious plant in the garden.
Affirmations as your soil,
Experience for growth,
A blueprint of America…
A masterpiece on display.