Out of the Mouths of Babes…Perfected Praise

and We emerged
out of our mothers womb
bursting into flames

before we’d ever conform.

born into the village
of scorned lovers,
encouraged to embrace
the snares of years
that should have faded
but made it
into our reason

and We, the scholars
euphorically holler
out of our fathers tomb
fashionably attired
to inspire the fire
that is the messiah in you.