My blood runs dark;
its stream flows strong.
As powerful as the Nile,
rich as the oil fields of West Africa.
My blood is regal;
my ancestry affluent.
My family tree is prominent,
like the great pyramids of Egypt.
My blood’s been shed,
over deep-running roots.
Yet my heritage is free.
We are a prideful people.
*I re-blogged this poem I submitted to The Uproar not too long ago. But I’m posting it again. Why? Because the image makes it so much more powerful.
Intent is the motor of creative force,
talent the guiding wheel.
Motivation is the fuel of creative force,
recognition the road it peels.
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