ADJUSTING MY CROWN – Poetic Koncept

In the prime of my strength,
anxiety like a stormy wind blew down my ability.
The strong black woman in me ebbed for being lanky,
because she felt she wasn’t bold.
My calm demeanor portrayed a portrait of everything less than bravery,
and so I dared not take on hard things.

From;
the burning desires of achieving greatness,
the pains of getting it anyways,
the aches of lingering doubts,
the journey into discovering the best in me,
the insatiable taste for making me proud,
the stabs from the loyal faces,
and the heartbreaks
I took a b-r-e-a-k!

I’ve decided not to carry the cross,
and was literally letting down of my crown.
Memories of dissatisfaction kept sweeping me off my feet,
and reminding me of the losses I’ve incurred.
Aʋa dadá me da na o,
Kalẽawo koe ade aƒe.

But hey! Here’s🥂 to me👑
Cos, me le kpe kple ɖu.
I’m a warrior and I’m fighting to win.
I’m apparently adjusting the crown to suit me.
And I certainly deserve it 👑

Elorm Wrights ✍️ ❤️