Poem -

Birth Right

Birth Right

My focus is on the heart
So when I sleep, I dream of the pride lands
And awake with the tenacity of a lion
Blood beating with the vigorous enzymes of passion producing creative juices...
I call my father the Lion of Juda
The Mufasa of the pride rock imparted deep within me
I am royalty
With the Simba complexΒ 
My birth right x'd on the tablet of my heart
Proving my provocative claims of kingshipΒ 
Holding truth...
Holding life