Poetical exercise:
from within the deepest inner most sanctums of my soul,
flowing through my hand
with the instrument known as my metaphysical pen;
Poetical exercise:
going through a renaissance inside the nucleus of my spine
every 7years my cells begin to divide
in order to revive what has been chemically combined
for the past cycle;
Poetical insanity:
enhancing my humanity,
avoiding becoming a Mike Brown calamity,
by any means necessary,
even though mentally I know physically
they want me to cease,
but what they do not know
is that I will never cease,
with the resilience of an untamed lion running throughout my veins,