I am the existential poet

the lines on my palms show it


My coming was foretold

back before the days of old


I am a member of the 7th tribe

sent here to be their scribe


I am here to herald the awakening

which will begin with the quickening


When we the people with Melanin

break out of the mental hell we're in


The battle of good vs evil rages on from here to beyond the sun

but, our side will be the victorious one


We will board the mother ship, we the Agents of light

and faster than a blink we will be out of sight