I crown you.

Queen of my Imagined Nation

Model of your own philosophy

Super heroine in your own action flick

Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain or 

Hand up your skirt. It ain’t mine.

Base pumpin’ Booty thumpin’ Wah Wah whipped walkin’ theme

For the sheer joy of starring at that strut

I will always see you through these eyes

How they see you is up to you.

 “Walk dat walk Honey

Talk dat talk Money”

Damn Reggie, where are you when I need to steal another sweet line?

Ain’t no such thing as a casual observer

I take off your collar & 

Crown you

Author of your own destiny

Silver Fox, young Oracle

Flick that kid another one point four of 

them mega bite joints you got on your utility belt.

Hand gesturing “Hey Baby…

Dammit Kanye, why’d you have to pimp my next line?

But I do like all those ballerinas.

Alright I did it…

You told me to do the same shit you’ve been doing since you started doing that shit, just without you.

Quit playin!

I break your bonds &

Crown you

Designer of your own temple of gratitude.

Goddess of your own realm.

Inspiration of your own universe

I didn’t ask you to try

Don’t get mad and leave like Ivo

Twenty and a half times.

Still ain’t got no ring, still don’t get the point.

How can I make me team better by…

Pen name on your own graphic 

Novel, Sex tape, Fairy tale, Nursery rhyme, Proverb

When times get hard

somebody’s child is going to 

find these words you inspire

remember these words you inspire and

through tears and cuts, bruises and abrasions

use these words you inspire to

lull their child to sleep.

“On the day you were conceived

angels got together and conspired to 

pack a piece of heaven in your frame

give a dream a pair of legs

brand the taste of fruit that nourish &

enrich the children of your realm with your name

I crown you

Muse of your own legacy

Subject of your own holy teachings

Chin up, back straight, walk slowly, with intent & dream out loud!

Genuflect in awe of what your love has produced

Taj Mahal ain’t got nothing on the plot I’m building in your honor

Before I lay down me to rest

Not one child who knows your name

will greet a day

Hungry,

Cold,

Afraid,

Alone,

I needed, wanted, hoped, prayed, waited, imagined, designed, planned & 

Finally, you I write

There’s nothing you can do about it.

You made yourself real

In gratitude

I crowned you