Wisps of soul memory
flicker through flames of indigo.
Frequencies elevate;
Echoes of wavelength
heighten the potentiality hidden
within,
that shine through persona
like the fiery hues
of my unique pigment
immersed in the sun’s rays.
Threads of old soul
lace through the fiber of my new being.
My royalty is humble,
its raiment a bejeweled aura
adorning my crown;
Upon a quiet eye without sight
opened by its own perceived vision –
my dreams never let me forget
who my ancestry was…
My state of being
thrumming with the kindred awareness
of matrilineal Nubian vibrations.
Kayfucius 