Where am I from? Who Am I?
How am I so easily defined,
by another ones’ design?
Primed for success,
but blessed in failure,
isn’t it rather peculiar that you are
raised high off my people’s decline.
There are always signs that point to
society’s downward spiral, as
his-story repeats itself, to make
Way for the mystery of my people’s revival?
Yet I search still for more evidence of me,
About me,
For Me,
But all the stories I read,
I see you cast in the lead role,
as I’m just regarded as a stowaway
in His-story.
But I came from someplace where I
was King, and the mystery of truth
be told is that my royal lineage
still exists, but is hidden from school
children with proposed learning disabilities,
or so I am sold to believe, that we are unable
to achieve, that mastery of our own destiny.
But it remains to be seen how the best of you
is in me and worst of us all is a shared
mystery of historical profundity!!
So I openly wonder if I was historically on
top would I also be so inclined to keep
pushing you under my false historical
reverence or is it the never ending cycle,
the real mystery of His-Story, becoming My-Story.
Therein lies the history of this Mystery!