Roots

Who are you?

As I look in the mirror, I see a fraction of person they do not see. I look into your eyes but all I see is an encryption of a divided society. I want to believe in you. I want to see the splendour of your reign. I know that in the creation of the game, you said you would save but all I see is a fallen hero. How can you claim atonement? How can you decide that at the mention of you’re name is the foundation of the earth but yet you do not see? When will you see that I am a fragmented diadem of your legacy? I saw the fire in you but the closer I got to the aroma, the harder it got for me to surrender. I tried with all my countenance to attain the crown but too no avail. I gave my all in all to build your ark but all I derived was sinking sand.

The Memoirs of Jasmine

Jasmine N Cannon-Ikurusi