Darkness attempting to spread my psyche,
Past memories blurring my reality,
Intense emotions erupting suddenly,
Reminding me to break it out of me,
Be so stoic, my coldness is showing,
And it comes to me naturally,
Until my body craves passion,
Never to be released because that’s dangerous,
So I use this energy to inspire creation.

Only a divine heart can withstand so much pain, and still be sane,
When I had every right to unleash my rage,
My anger is beautiful,
Not vengeful,
I use it as fuel, to electrify,
All these odds I was meant to defy,
Even if that leaves me to be,
The last one of my tribe.

I was the highest likely,
To slowly erode by, the sweet toxins found in bottles,
That made me feel like a model,
Depressants that make me repress,
The depressing shit, from resurfacing,
Caused by the soulless men,
Who robbed my consent,
Long before my adolescence,
As I was fighting against the poison, that was growing within me,
I had to purge, the urge to go loca.
Despite the many times I had a knife on me,
I thought wisely, for self-defense only,
But these demonios dare not cross the orb,
Aura so strong, it will burn them inside,
To see a ghost shining through the armor,
Wise minds alchemize,
There will never be a demise for the righteous,
No matter how much they despise us.

Electrifying presence cancels out pestilence,
The power of energy resides within the carriers of prophecies,
Bringing healing across lineages,
Restoring ancient royalty,
Old souls just know,
Years ago, someone asked me, “How is it that you’re still alive?”
Oh, I didn’t realize I was supposed to die.

What they don’t show, God knows,
And what the courts don’t prosecute,
Judgment day will execute,
Once the verdict is determined,
Through the spiritual lethal injection,
Like the one, I’ve administered to the sinister one that defiled his own sister,
I had everything I needed to take’em down, and I did,
Because I’ve already stared into the eyes of the most conniving, so
While others keep secrets,
I could give a shit,
I come with piercing fearlessness, ‘cause I’m sick of this injustice,
Disgusting acts against children,
I carry the files of proof, Recovered by the ethers,
The truth is verified by own eyes, along with the many traumatized minds, I provide spiritual medicinals to,
Yerba pa’que sanen, viene en forma de palabras,
Y obras de fe, para llegar en ese lugar, donde pertenecen,
Amor agape para los sobrevivientes.

What they thought would be gone with the wind, Por el viento,
I magnetically picked up like electricity,
I’ve got AC/DC circuits for veins,
Venas que electrifican con mente científica,
That’s why it’s so dangerous to touch me,
The same fire they tried to burn me with,
Only increased my voltage,
“El voltaje que los manden pa’l carajo!”
Only the chosen can hold this,
And ricochet it back to the soulless,
All that tremendous pestilence I’ve accepted,
Only ended up cursing the wicked who sent it,
We will make you acknowledge, the power of God,
And watch, someone’s still gonna ask for some evidence,
While they believe in the government,
The etymological breakdown of the term is “mind-control,”
And they fit the mold,
As divine light glows through our eyes,
Becoming the embodiment of power,
Let’em doubt, as we rise.
And if I’m so out of my mind,
You wouldn’t be bothered by what I write,
Unless I’m right, that,
Wise minds do alchemize.

Yasira Damas | Spiritual Samurai Scribe Poetry