Power Of The Mind – Spiritual Samurai Writes

“Some of us have been operating under a psychotic split to the mind.”

Living under survival mode,

For many years, it’s hard to break the mold,

When constant shots to the spirit have caused you to split, into different bits that left blisters,

As I witnessed the sinister ones snickering, at me for succeeding at destroying my psyche early,

Certainly, he gleamed at the thought of me failing,

He sought to eradicate the light from me,

Breaking me by shifting my perspective of my own reality, to the point I can’t trust my own judgement,

Convincing me that I’m unworthy, mincing my self-esteem,

Projecting insecurities while menacing me,

The serpent used to say, “Pegandote es la unica manera pa’que aprendas,”

A toxic lesson that embeds a hot-head to be co-dependent on toxic men,

Development is arrested, as the demons oppress, relishing in my brokenness,

Crevices in my temple needs more than stitches,

The incision caused me to nearly lose my vision,

Emotions are suppressed, numbness causing me to fall without feeling a thing,

Further sinking you into depression until you reach the end of your breath,

In those murky waters of your oppressors’ perverted desires,

Ties around your mouth as they speak lies about you to the crowd,

Rowdy mami as soon as the cuffs are off me,

El Diablo somehow knew where to find me,

With an offer to become empowered by the darkness powers,

And I’m like, NO you will not devour me,

The serpent is an expert in empty threats,

To the point I embraced the expectation of his fist,

But he never did, the moment he sensed that my fear left,

So there came the smear campaigning, to bring in a different kind of pain in,

Preventing me from speaking the evil he committed,

Abominable transgressions,

Just another contributor to my aggression,

Broken since before adolescence,

So what else is new?

Belittled by the one who called me disrespectful,

He’s pitiful full of shit, plenty secrets hidden,

Witchcraft tactics causing you to stumble frantically,

He said I’ll be as toxic as the warlock who opened the portal,

Even though he was the one who psychologically obliterated my world,

You see how, they now call you psychotic,

Until you rise to the top,

Now, I’m non-stop as I take flight,

Feeling like I’ve been operating on autopilot,

I don’t even know who’s driving,

No co-pilot, as I’ve grown accustomed to being self-reliant,

So vibrant, despite the trifling snakes that have come my way,

My reflexes deflects offensive hits from a distance,

Spiritual bow and arrow pierces through the bone marrow,

Precisely shattering the calcium from the ankles of many of’em,

Who’ve come to threaten the harmony, harming many innocent without a cause,

And they call us the rebels, for fighting for our lives and for righteousness to thrive.