Inspiration, dedication, exclamation; a statement made with a recipe legendary.
Quite contrary, Holy Mary, fill the wound the core paved way.
The forbidden was bitten, fangs jammed in the fruitful loins of opposition.
Position a mission; permission? risk an incision, scarred for life.
Scary, fear for the moment, the minute, the hand waves across the face, racing.
Hearts on a track, conceived from the field, where the corn spares not its cob.
Hello rock-a-bye baby, its me, Mirror vision, glisten, image of creation.
Artistic tapestry, delicacy, intimacy; Bienvenue, Hospital of Montpellier.
Motherly bond, words unspeakable, speech unreachable for thoughts unthinkable.
Given a leak of blood, a story told; inception, conception, creation, genesis.
Wished upon a euro star, galaxy in a good china,
Hip was French, spine of gold; hopped across the channel, found you, me.
The day I found hip-hop through my own culture (which is French/Creole). How I felt the ego transition of being myself in everyday life but the comfort and “motherly bond” I had with breathing poetry & hip hop through that same “motherly bond”.
The beginning of the poem introduces the birth of it all “inspiration (what is it), dedication (what it stands), exclamation (confirms)”.
“Risk an incision, scared for life” — Was the split moment when I decided to fall into the brink of a poetic ego allowing myself to express.
“Hello rock-a-bye baby” — The day I had accepted it and accepted the fact I have given birth to this talent, style and ego.