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Today, I celebrate myself

Do I contradict myself?

Very well then I contradict myself,

(I am large, I contain multitudes.}    Walt Whitman

 

 

Let it not be said that my God is a faux god.

Let it not be said that I was not broken.

Let it not be said that I stayed broken.

Let it not be said that I lost in the battle of love.

Let it not be said that I do not contradict myself.

Let it not be said that I am ONE—I am an entity.

Let it not be said that I am not a paradox.

Let it not be said that I am a perfect being.

Let it not be said that I did not fail.

Let it not be said that I never felt insecure.

Let it not be said that I never felt vulnerable and weak.

Let it not be said that I, Àlàní, who ate 20 wraps of pap and asked for more is not the son of my father.

Let it not be said that I kept quiet in the face of tyranny.

Let it not be said that I was cowered into silence by shame and her agents of backbiters.

Let it not be said that I’m ashamed of who I am.

For I am ME, and today I celebrate all of ME; the ME that was, the ME that is, and the ME that would be.

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Celebrating the Demise of the Old Demons

I.
The litany with the old demons was flatulent and exhausting.
The days of anarchy, randomness,
The days of entropy and disorderliness
The old demons,
They possessed me in my gestation period,
And robbed me of my sight.
II.
The old demons,
Parked with the dustpan of the present,
Thrown into the dustbin of past.
The old demons,
I have flogged them with the whips of maturity,
And banished them into the evil forest.
The old demons,
Divorced from the marriage by veracity,
Disconnected from the amalgamation with blissfulness.
III.
Alas! Freedom is here.
Dancing!
I am free from the colonialism of the old demons;
Basking in the euphoria of my new superiority,
With the confidence of those born into royalty.
I have recovered my sight from the old demons,
Myopia is now a thing of the past,
I am no longer bereft of foresight.
Now I have sprung up with a spring of grandeur;
Levitating at the zenith of greatness.
Against the laws of thermodynamics,
I have reduced entropy to zilch;
And order has been restored.
Let me celebrate! Happy Birthday to me.