Whispered Prayer on Shouted Truth

Please!

Please let me resize my mind

Before you rerun your thoughts to my midnight

For you sold me before my birth

Yet you knew me not

But crowned me, a pupa.

So, please!

Let me resize my mind

Before you endorse me to be royal

For in your eyes my crown was dust

And my blood was the anthem you love to oppress

Yet from the cradle of creation, I reign

While you belittled the dust that birth all.

So, please let me resize my mind

Before you… place me to fit your size

For you call me small to everything

Choking my words

So, they are never loud enough

For me to be heard

Yet my home is the dust you despise

A third world continent is what you deemed us

But please let me resize my mind

Before you forget who started with the figures

You are boastful about

As from the same cradle of creation

They were drawn to life.

So please let me resize my mind

Before you throw me down to eat the dust

As I reign from the land of kings and queens

Full of rhythm of soul that jumps alive

Danced to by all nation

Yet looked down upon.

So please let me resize my mind

Before you crown me, a pupa!

For you took a snap of my home upside down

Tell me to embrace my smallness

Yet I was larger than the rest

While you sketched me little

To tell a narrative that belittled my home

Rolling some dice to break me away from my royalty.