—-Empress—
…And she has won the marathon.
August 12, 2020
-10:07 p.m
—Alchemy–
Energy too, is like water.
It can flow, or it can crash…
And this is what I think happens with people,
Some two energies attract,
causing a chemical reaction,
from the transaction,
forming all type of beautiful colors and potions.
While some two energies crash and explode.
-Andrea L’Artiste
December 22, 2018
3:44 p.m
– –Fame–
Everyone wants to be “famous”.
smh…
When I just want to be me..
The larger you are, the more problems you will see.
I like my privacy.
Famous is the last thing I would want to be…
I’d rather just leave a Great Legacy….
-Andrea L’Artiste
December 21, 2018
11:55 p.m
–-Wash, Spin, Dry-
To say ‘Only’ African people have been brainwashed would be a fiction.
But a different deter-agent was used,
When Africans were sent through,
and spun a few,
Extra times,
faded of their natural hue,
Then hanged up on the line,
By clothes pins to dry.
That’s the difference.
-Andrea L’Artiste
November 6, 2018
10:22 a.m
–-The Feed-
It’s time for a recharge.
Connect these virtual wires,
And watch this magic transpire,
Sparks goin’ haywire,
Crossin’ up,
Crossfire.
Energy eyes required,
To go higher….and higher…
-Andrea L’Artiste
November 1, 2018
12:42 a.m
–What is Life–
Change is Life and Life is change.
They are one in the same,
While nothing stays the same.
They interchange.
-Andrea L’Artiste
October 23, 2018
10:22 a.m
–BOLD~
You have to be your own Cheerleader. You have to celebrate your own greatness. At the end, and beginning , of the day, You’re going to have haters if you’re doing something great.
So why downplay.
It’s comin’ regardless of how you set your stage..
Modest or Major.
It’s just life,
It be’s that way.
You gotta say
Eff’em
Know what you are,
Say it L-o-u-d and P-r-o-u-d.
So their hate won’t be in vain.
-Andrea L’Artiste
August 29, 2018
10:30 p.m
–Journey–
Like a runner, not exactly a racer, because it’s a solitary marathon..The runner has run for miles, for days. Her eyes burn from the dust that has attached to the sweat that runs down her forehead, onto her eyelids, into her sclera… She’s beat up and exhausted, but she’s strong and resilient. There’s no way she could’ve stopped to put on her shoe that came off miles ago. She’s dragging to the finish line with one bare..Like a 1974 motor trying to turn over the engine on a 47 degree Michigan winter. The glass cut on her foot didn’t stop her…The dehydration didn’t stop her, The road blocks, didn’t stop her, The people throwing rocks, didn’t stop her–But she slowed to throw them back. She sees the finish line..
One step and she will have crossed…
Where she will replenish……..and bask…
-Andrea L’Artiste
July 9, 2018
9:34 p.m