Spell it out - all the letters of your title,
And throw it all out across the sky - the trails of stardust you are.
For you, my glorious creation are by no means least nor little;
My perfect piece of mess - my best by far.
Broken in many places; never in all my days have seen that many stitches.
Flawed countless, yet still so beautifully pieced together.
A condiment to the palette of beauty I conjure out of ashes and ditches;
Torn apart inside, parched and iced under dry-cold weather.
Like the Sun on every morning, you shine without asking;
Glowing with so much passion for all creation to bask in.
You are the Voice, the Echo. The Arm, the Charm, the Beast;
The Song, the Wrong. The Best, the Worst; the Warmth, the Cold, the King, the Pawn.
Your last mistake would be not your last,
Certainly not your first - so give you some credit for messing up better.
Hate you for a minute but love you forever;
For at Sundown, you are still all you'll be back to.
Feel the pride in your sweats and the honor in your tears,
'Cause all you are today is your best possible compendium of your life's scripts.
Far from the best - but raining grit and gold!
They say you've got ego -
You're the worst of many - but You are the Pride of Me!
Made in the islets off the Eastern tides; isolated by many wars and plagues.
Bred in Marrakesh - shaped by the cause and religion.
A one-way street with two lanes - a single-view mirror with two panes.
One with the make-up of shame - yet still be always proud of your name.
An epoxy to the world and the vision of The One.
Shine on Mortal, shine! Be the plan and be the revolution.
Sparkle like the Monday morning lights - be awesome or the Sun.
Born Black and King.
Born Tired yet with Fire.
Reign.
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