I
am
beautiful
as
the
night
sky,
hidden
in
the
outer
realms.
Are
the
stars
unclear
to
the
naked
eye?
Can
you
see
me
with
your
telescope?
The
desire
and
hope
that
drives
deep—
but
it's
too
heavy
to
float.
Faith
is
clear,
bright,
shining
within
me,
a
low
whisper
hoping
God
would
send
me
a
reflection
of
my
energy,
as
I'm
praying
for
my
enemies.
Will
my
kingdom
come,
and
is
my
search
forever
done?
It's
what
you
give
me—
all
of
your
true
love?
The
interpretation
of
relationships,
moonwalking
on
slave
ships.
Telling
my
story
through
hieroglyphs,
and
the
rest
told
with
my
lips—
if
there's
something
that
you
missed.
I'm
beautiful
like
the
ocean,
only
focused
on
the
sun
rays,
high
tide
bringing
in
them
better
dayz.
There's
a
lonely
space
I
try
to
erase,
tracing
the
footsteps
in
the
sand,
trying
to
pull
back
like
a
rubber
band.
High
demand
for
this
space—
deposits
already
been
placed,
but
I
reserved
it
in
your
case.
—
By
DelSol
flying
cotton
el-bey