I’m unqualified, but…
That’s what magnified my ability to defy the odds,
Street smarts combined with knowledge,
Released from spiritual bondage,
No longer a carnal hostage,
Imperfections embedded the lessons,
Pain severed the ties that weren’t destined,
Heartbreak extracted the illogical fallacies from outta me,
Reminding me I need healing,
Accountability,
Willingly extracting the poison the Scorpion Kings donated to me,
Like a psychospiritual lobotomy,
Making me a thousand times more alive,
Revived from a thousand cuts,
Leaving invisible scars,
Invigorated,
Not ignorant to the devil’s mind tricks,
I’m a Jedi,
Gifted,
My vision catches glimpses,
Of the serpents’ slithering tongue,
Covert manipulation at work,
The envious Cain descendants,
Attempting to seduce you like harlots did to the prophets,
Jezebel & Ahab spirits stabbing the backs of those who carry the scrolls,
That irritates the demons within the soulless vessels who hide the truth,
About the juice, they enjoy siphoning through abuse,
Sadistic brutes are no match for the students who are thoroughly astute,
They hurt you in hopes you forfeit your purpose,

“They never loved you. They only wanted what was inside of you.”

That Divine Light, Christ-like,
Magnetized by wisdom,
But these fools rejected the rubies,
Because high-intensity light blinds,
The inquiring minds who wanna know,
How I made it this far and why,
Financially broke, mentally broken,
El demonio has no dominion and I let it be known,
My consciousness has heightened,
Enlightenment,
My soul is the only thing that’s rich,
Yasira means wealthy woman in Arabic,
Yet I’m unqualified despite the heights I’m rising,
Neuroscience,
Never forgetting the darkness that made me wise,
I welcome asinine remarks as a benchmark for how far I’ve arrived,
Evolving without involving myself with the darkness powers that devours cowards,
Leaving a sour taste and a corrupted essence,
That serve as pestilence against one’s self,
Destruction,
Rupturing your vessel into millions of pebbles,
The worst travail is when the decibels of your yells remain unheard by angels,
That’s why I’m thankful everytime Yahawa me trae el agua,
Sending me messages,
Letting me know He’s still with me – still the essence of my breath,
That which makes us infinite,
And qualified to testify how these odds have been defied,
All by the grace of the Almighty,
Don’t ask me why,
I sure as hell was never qualified,
But that’s the whole point,
That’s what makes it so inspirational,
The crevices they left made room for renovations to the broken temple they  mocked and scoffed at,
Their spiritual demolition only gave me ammunition,
Thinking I’d never rise,
Powerful glow they thought they stole,
But God is showing you,
That His samurai never fold,
The best vessels to behold His greatness were broken by injustices caused by the soulless ones,
Who wanna reconstruct us for destruction,
Our presence brings tension to devils,
An obstruction to their webs of deception,
That’s about to detonate at any second.
You cannot take away my breath,
It’s a spiritual inheritance that will never leave me so I will keep speaking,
I don’t give a damn about the opinions from those who lack empathy,
Those who distort true words purposely,
To discredit life-saving information,
The truth is NOT defamation,
Too many lives have been lost due to LIES,
Our eyes will pierce through it,
Shining a light on it,
Like a knife cutting through bullshit,
As we remove the issues from the root,
Bringing forth clarity and truth,
The survivors of abuse will be restored,
It’s been written and spoken since the inception of words,
If the courts don’t get them,
Spiritual justice will always be served,
Consider me your unqualified court reporter for souls,
I don’t make the Laws,
Nor am I the judge,
I just observe the cases before they close,
Old souls have seen these things before,
201 Lifetimes,
That’s why spoken word laced with rhythm and insights is so powerful.

Why do you think they call scriptures “verses?”
Especially Psalms,
That hit demons with napalm,
Sending nocturnal intruders to el infierno.